Winter Poem-Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.

Robert Frost

Only missed the winter solstice by ten days…

5 thoughts on “Winter Poem-Robert Frost

  1. miriamrburden

    Maybe you know! I keep thinking of this poem I read in high school. It was told through the perspective of a boy about his father. His father didn’t show his love with words, but woke up early for work. And that was how the boy knew his dad cared about them. I don’t think it was Robert Frost, but similar. Same time period. (I love Frost too)

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