Walking Through the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost:
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
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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
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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
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These 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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It means different things to different people. If you squint really hard and convince yourself there's symbolism, it's actually a poem about death. But if you don't, it just sounds like a poem about going for a walk.
