Stopping by Woods

by Lawslo
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Stopping by Woods

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

My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.

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.

He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.

The speaker in this poem is weighing the peace of death against the struggle of life and commitments. He longs for a simple retreat; to lay down the burdens of his life.However, he realizes that many others count upon him; that his actions will affect others and so he must go on... and on... and on...


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