The Road Less Traveled

The Road Less Traveled

The Road Less Traveled

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

By Robert Frost

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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2 Comments On “The Road Less Traveled”

  1. Carol

    Kris,
    I have always loved this poem. So glad to see it here.
    I think I will try and re-memorize it after about 45 years (the first time was for school)!
    I love this blog. It is nice to see that while it is from a quilter, it also has a “little of this and a little of that” thrown in as well. Lots of neat, interesting, and often appropos articles, information, thoughts, and websites! Keep up the good work.
    Carol

  2. Beverly Robeey

    I love your quiltbug newsletter, and now I love your blog!

    Thanks for all you do. I hope you have a fabulous new year!

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