Tag: Robert Frost

  • Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

    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.…

  • GOING FOR WATER by ROBERT FROST

    Going for Water By Robert Frost The well was dry beside the door,  And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house  To seek the brook if it still ran; Not loth to have excuse to go,  Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill) because the fields were ours,…