He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s 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
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Love this poem! Did a choral version of it back in jr. high.
very cool! you been back in choir since you and me had it? AND YOU DIDN’T COME TALK TO ME. I’m still upset about that
Okay. Epic fail on my part for not seeing this sooner.
Also, I SO DID. You just didn’t know it was me, so there!