Literary Freedom

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY 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.

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This lovely little poem is now in the Public Domain, some twenty years later than it should have been, along with a whole backlog of other beauties that were due to enter the Public Domain 20 years ago but were delayed all these years.

I remember that dust up way back in 1998.

Well now the time is accomplished for these literary treats to be released unto the public.

The Guardian has the whole story here.