Robert Frost’s Handwritten Manuscript for “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

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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.

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.

Document via the Library of Congress.
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9 comments

  1. Jennie Saia · May 22, 2013

    This is the only poem I ever memorized for a class that I still remember word for word. So simple and so very good.

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  2. dulzimordash · May 22, 2013

    Reblogged this on Spontaneous Creativity.

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  3. A Rhythm Runs Through It · May 22, 2013

    One of the finest closing quatrains in the ever written. :)

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  4. tomsimard · May 22, 2013

    I really love that poem.

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  5. roweeee · May 22, 2013

    So moving.

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  8. nilanshi mukherjee · May 22

    its a very beautiful poem i liked it

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