Somehow the world feels colder now

domingo, 3 de junio de 2012

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Whoso 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 is harness bells a shake
To ask if these 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

 Robert Frost

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