Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Poem by Robert Frost
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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.
Even when you are uncertain about the future, even when life seems to be full of darkness, we must stop for awhile and then go on with our journey.when life gets tough you will find yourself alone like yet we can't afford to stay in that one place forever.
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3/12/2025 1:21:24 PM # 1.0.0
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This poem is the best bye bye hater
Yes, when you don't understand something, it can appear to be . I think it's brilliant
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He said 'is the ' meaning its good.