"You Your Emily Dickinson and I My Robert Frost" (Poem 4/16)

[cbtreks]

Well, Robert Frost today and Emily Dickinson in the next post, for 4/6.

Everyone knows this one, don't they, from English class?

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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's 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.

(by Robert Frost)