Do You Know Any Lines From This Poem?

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....

"Stopping by Woods on a Winter Evening" Robert Frost

One of my favorites.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are, I think I know;

His house is in the village, though.

He would not mind 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 village and the lake,

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

And asks 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.

--Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

-- Robert Frost

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Complete Text

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 queer5

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.10

The only other sounds 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,15

And miles to go before I sleep.

Sure, that's Robert Frost, Stopping Through Woods on a Snowy Evening. Pretty common poem by him. I used to have a cat named Miles, and to remind me to put him out at night, my stepfather would say, "And Miles to go before I sleep!" :-)

Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening

by Robert Frost

Robert Frost was such a great poet.

i only know the line you just said. Robert Frost.

I didn't recognize the poet

nor any of the lines

how sad it is that in fifty years

I hadn't been enjoying it.

Sorry, no.