Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

This is one of my favorite poems. 

I used to read it when I was little with pictures only from my own imagination; after Matthew was born, I would read it to him from a beautifully illustrated edition...

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Stopping By Woods
on a Snowy Evening

 By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer     

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep;

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep.

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