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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.