Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost – Poems

I think I know whose woods these are.
But his house was in the village;
He won’t see me stop here
Watching his woods fill up with snow.

My little pony must think it’s weird
Stop if there are no farmhouses nearby
between woods and frozen lake
The darkest night of the year.

He rang his seatbelt bell
I’d like to ask if there are any errors.
The only other sound is the sweep
Easy wind and soft flakes.

The woods are beautiful, dark, and deep.
But I have a promise to keep
There are still a few miles to go before bed,
There are still a few miles to go before bed.