Whose woods these are...

This shot of the overnight snow here  ,  now being followed by rain, gives me an excuse for one of my favourite winter poems,  which was also often the conclusion of JFK's  stump speech as he campaigned in  early 1960 for the US Presidential nomination. 

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 

Robert Frost

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.

 ( from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost)

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