Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Refocused
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Refocused
By
Robert Frost and
Refocuspublishing.com
Title: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Author: Robert Frost
Refocused: Keira Jackson
Refocused version published:
March 8, 2021
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
Her house is in the village though;
She will not see me stopping here
To watch her 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.
She gives her 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.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Original
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.