( This is my favourite poem by robert frost. I remember we had in our english text book of probably 7th standard and i just fell in love with this poem.)
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know
This house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch is wood fill up with snow
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farm house 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 sounds 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
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3 comments:
really..miles to go before I sleep..thanks for posting such a beautiful poem :)
kindly correct the 4th last line.
it's dark and deep.
cheers :)
@ pensativo
thanks..
@ viraj
thanks for correcting me, good and keen observation. seems you like the poem too.
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