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His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
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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