| 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 |
5 |
| 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. |
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, |
|
| And
miles to go before I sleep, |
15 |
| And miles to go before I
sleep.
|