Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

I loved this for the sound ever since I first heard it.

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I can’t remember how many times I’ve stood there, before the woods of my life, before the evenings of my life. How it called to me, like a half-remembered dream.

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I would have gone, too. I would have.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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 the 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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