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.
~~~
One of my favorite poems, and one of the first ones I ever memorized. :-D
ReplyDeleteI love it too. I have said the last two lines hundreds of times, but I didn't realize where they came from until I found this poem! It was like finding an old friend!
ReplyDeleteBTW, I love your blog! You are so clever and witty! i enjoy reading your thoughts! Thanks for sharing!