Miles to go before I sleep…

these lines belong to “stopping by woods on a snowy evening” by ‘robert frost’…well the whole of it quite awesome so here is it-

“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”….

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