Sunday, December 19, 2010

Classic Frost

So many of us at least know a couple lines from this classic Frost poem...

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.


Known simply as Jen said...

Oh how I Love Frost <3

Thank you for sharing.

the redhead said...

He's amazing,no? Thanks for stopping by!