Poetry Analysis

You are to complete this task in pairs and submit by the end of class Tuesday week 7. Please write your names at the top of your response.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house 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 sone mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy winds and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promise to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.
By Robert Frost

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