Whose
woods these
are I think I know. |
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His house is in the
village though; |
He
will not see me stopping here |
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To
watch his woods fill up with snow. |
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My little horse must
think it queer |
5 |
To stop without a
farmhouse near |
Between the woods and
frozen lake |
The darkest evening of
the year. |
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He
gives his harness bells a shake |
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To
ask if there is some mistake. |
10 |
The only other sound's
the sweep |
Of
easy wind and downy flake. |
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The woods are lovely,
dark and deep. |
But
I have promises to keep, |
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And
miles to go before I sleep, |
15 |
And miles to go before I
sleep.
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