Hindi, asked by mahemudkhan171, 10 months ago

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 farm-house 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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Answered by BrainlyPhantom
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Hi friend!

This poem is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy evening by Robert Frost.

GNR here

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