Araffe in the snow by a house with a horse in the yard

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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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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Aug 22, 2023

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