Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening | A Winter Poem

This deeply resonant meditative reading immerses the listener in wonder as the nighttime traveler gazes upon the beauty of a serene hushed snowy scene in the 1923 classic poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. Accompanying the prose is the tranquil and mysterious tune by Kevin Macleod, "Past the Edge", of incompetech.com Licensed under Creative Commons.

Transcript

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.

Reviews

Very soothing voice, and great winter imagery courtesy of Frost.

Oh this poem is sooo nice. The music and the reading are just perfect. Thank you Kristen 😍