Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

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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  1. Thank you. I’ve heard the last few lines a few times in relation to passwords given between ‘sleeper’ spies but it’s the first time I’ve ever seen the whole poem.

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  2. How could this poem have been written by anyone but Robert “Frost”? ;>) A childhood favorite, actually.

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  3. My favorite poet and poem. I am always interested in knowing how others interpret this poem.

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