Treetop Snow

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

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.