Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by ROBERT FROST (1874-1963)

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.

WINTER HORSE & BUGGY by SHARON SHARPE Print

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

Born in San Francisco in 1874, Frost moved to New England at the age of 11. While in high school in Lawrence, MA, he developed a keen interest in reading and writing poetry.

Robert Frost Contemporaries
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Robert William Service
Rainer Maria Rilke
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Sara Teasdale

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