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Stopping by Woods on
Stopping by Woods on
a Snowy Evening
a Snowy Evening
Warm-Up
Warm-Up
The poet describes the beauty of the wood he stopped by on a snowy evening. He was
tempted by the beauty and wanted to stay longer, but soon he remembered that he had to
go miles before he could stop and rest.
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 farm house 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.
— Robert Frost
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