Friday, February 3, 2012

And miles to go before I sleep

Stopping By the 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 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 sound's the sweep
Of east 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. 


  1. I love Robert Frost!
    My favourite poem is Death of the Hired Man... and this one.

  2. I think I may have mentioned this, when I was in high school, we read an essay that argued this poem was about Santa Claus :)

    Having said that, it is one of my favorite Frost poems too.

  3. This is really exquisite! I don't read nearly as much poetry as I would like, so thanks for sharing. God bless!