Whoose woods these are i think know his house is in the village through; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must it think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Beetwen woods and frozen lake The darknest evening of the year He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake The only other sounds the sweep Of easy wind ang 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

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