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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 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.

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"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" written in 1922, and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume.

Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)

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Premiere: - 1956 - Ithaca, NY Cornell Composer’s Club

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