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. Source: PoetryFoundation.org This photograph was taken in 1915 to publicize the American release of Frost’s first book of poetry, “A Boy’s Will”.NH Historical Society Granite State Stories: Robert Frost publishes ‘New Hampshire’ Published: 6/29/2018 The Granite State’s most celebrated poet, Robert Frost, wrote works that…
