August 09, 2008

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

This poem composed by Robert Frost has been one of my favorites. The last four lines are those that always remind me of a greater purpose in doing things whenever my mind feels satiated.
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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