| 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 | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| And miles to go before I sleep. | |
