[00:01.10]Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening[00:01.20]By Robert Frost[00:01.30]Whose woods these are I think I know,[00:04.00]His house is in the village though.[00:06.00]He will not see me stopping here,[00:10.00]To watch his woods fill up with snow.[00:14.00]My little horse must think it queer,[00:15.00]To stop without a farmhouse near,[00:17.00]Between the woods and frozen lake,[00:22.00]The darkest evening of the year.[00:26.00]He gives his harness bells a shake,[00:28.00]To ask if there is some mistake.[00:30.00]The only other sound's the sweep,[00:36.00]Of easy wind and downy flake.[00:38.00]The woods are lovely, dark and deep.[00:42.00]But I have promises to keep,[00:45.00]And miles to go before I sleep.[00:49.00]And miles to go before I sleep