Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ A Classic American Poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not mind 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.
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Looking for permission to use the accompanying image. Any idea how to find/contact the artist?
I found the image on the Internet, so I’m figuring it’s all right for anybody to use it.
Susan Jeffers was the illustrator – from a picture book presentation of the poem