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.
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.
Frost is one of my favorites. Ohmygoodness. I wish I had a book with his writings. I could read him all day. <3
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DeleteC.S Lewis is my second fav. I've read all his stuff. I'm a poetry fanatic, I'm surprised we haven't had this talk by now actually.
ReplyDeleteRight?! I'm surprised as well! I too am a poetry fanatic. Hmm learn something new everyday!
ReplyDeleteLol I meant Lewis Carroll. I don't know WHY I said C.S. Lewis? ahaha! At any rate, THE MANLET is posted.
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