Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.. ❄❄❄ 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.🤎🌳🌳🌳🌴🌴🌵🍂🍃🏞❄🔥 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, 1923 by Robert Frost (26 March 1874 – 29 January 1963) Robert Frost’s poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening was first published on March 7th, this day in 1923. The story goes that Frost wrote this poem in a few minutes, after being up all night writing another. He took a sunrise walk, and got an idea.🏜🌅☀️🔥