I am looking for a poem and I do not have the name. Here is part of the poem. Can someone give me the name of the poem and where I might find it. Thank You "Who's woods these are? I think I know! His house is in the Village though. He would not mind me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow." Can anyone help with title and where to find this poem? Thank You D Lee

-- Anonymous, March 07, 2003

Answers

(One of his best, IMHO)

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.

-- Anonymous, March 07, 2003