Friday, February 27, 2009

But I have promises to keep/ and miles before I go 2 sleep

One of my favorites poems comes right back from high school.

This is REALLY a very personal entry in my blog.

(the famous) "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" , hope u enjoy 2

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.

By Robert Frost

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