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Being a description of and happenings at Thicut (The House In connectiCUT) or Scholars' Retreat.
Being a description of and happenings at Thicut (The House In connectiCUT) or Scholars' Retreat.
From memory (I did have to look up the punctuation and one or two words), for those who don't want to track down the poems.
ReplyDeleteStopping 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.
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.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
For it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really both the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Though knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I am quite impressed, Paul. I might have been able to recite the first (with help)but definitely not the second!!
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