Stopping by 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. 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. This is the poem which I loved a lot, it taught me to focus on the promises which I should keep; however beautiful the world around me, I know, I have to carry on the journey and see that the promises are fulfilled. For a student, it is like a Bible, Ramayana, Bhagavadgitha.
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