stopping by the woods on a snowy eveningmy little horse must think it queer to stop without a...
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StoppingbytheWoodsonaSnowyEveningbyRobertFrost
WhosewoodstheseareIthinkIknow.Hishouseisinthevillagethough;HewillnotseemestoppinghereTowatchhiswoodsfillupwithsnow.
MylittlehorsemustthinkitqueerTostopwithoutafarmhousenearBetweenthewoodsandfrozenlakeThedarkesteveningoftheyear.
HegiveshisharnessbellsashakeToaskifthereissomemistake.Theonlyothersound'sthesweepOfeasywindanddownyflake.
Thewoodsarelovely,darkanddeep.ButIhavepromisestokeep,AndmilestogobeforeIsleep,AndmilestogobeforeIsleep.