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Stopping By
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 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.
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Glossary:
Queer
-
strange, unusual
Harness
-
leather straps and metal pieces a horse wears
Downy
-
soft