Mind Control

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Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

1Whose woods these are I think I know.
2His house is in the village though;
3He will not see me stopping here
4To watch his woods fill up with snow.

5My little horse must think it queer
6To stop without a farmhouse near
7Between the woods and frozen lake
8The darkest evening of the year.

9He gives his harness bells a shake
10To ask if there is some mistake.
11The only other sound's the sweep
12Of easy wind and downy flake.

13The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
14But I have promises to keep,
15And miles to go before I sleep,
16And miles to go before I sleep.