Question

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 filled 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









. Answer the following questions:

1. Write down the rhyming words in the above poem.​

Answer 1

Answer:

know though snow

mistake flake

deep keep sleep

Answer 2

Answer:

dark darkest. i am not sure