This poem was written by Robert Frost and for some really random reason it is one of my favourite poems! I just feel really uplifted and cold and snowy whenever I listen to this poem or read it! I am posting it here because when I woke up this evening, I felt chilly and the first thing that came to my mind when I parted my curtains was the picture of woods drowned in snow!
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| A photo by Tom Fluharty |
So here goes:
"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."
"And miles to go before I sleep!"
Hope you guys liked it!
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