C3 GW1 U19-23 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

“Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” by 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 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.