Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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.'
posted by Paula at 4:03 PM
3 Comments:
Is this a song as well? It seems familiar to me, yet I can't place it...
It's lovely, and the picture suits the evoked emotions well.
Thanks, Paula!
I first read this poem when I was in 7th grade. Ever since, it's been a touchstone - a comfort when I feel that I can't go on, or when I take the road that others disdain. My favorite line is "he gives his harness bells a shake" - you can just hear those lovely bells in the crisp winter air.
Oh yes I do really love this poem too!
Everytime I take a walk in the woods during winter I think of it and try and hear the gentle sounds of the snow falling, etc...
Zee, I think it might have been turned into a song to teach to elementry school kids, or I just remember singing the words as a child to try and remember it.
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