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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.

Short Poem Analysis

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is a poem by Robert Frost that explores the speaker's fascination with a beautiful, tranquil landscape. The poem begins with the speaker stopping to watch the snow fall in a remote, wooded area. As he becomes lost in the beauty of the winter scene, he is reminded of his obligations and the distance he still has to travel. Despite his attraction to the peaceful environment, he ultimately decides to leave and continue on his journey. The poem is often interpreted as a meditation on the contrast between the allure of nature and the responsibilities of everyday life, and the importance of balancing the two.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
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