Scanning A Poem - 3. Scansion

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the vil lage though

He would not mind me stop ping here

To see his woods fill up with snow.

My lit tle horse must think it queer

To stop with out a farm house near

Be tween the woods and fro zen lake

The dark est eve ning of the year.

He gives his har ness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mis take

The on ly oth er sound's the sweep

Of ea sy wind and down y flake

The woods are love ly dark and deep

But I have pro mis es to keep

And miles to go be fore I sleep

And miles to go be fore I sleep


Whose	woods	these	are	I	think	I	know

His	house	is	in	the	vil	lage	though

He	would	not	mind	me	stop	ping	here

To	see	his	woods	fill	up	with	snow.


My	lit	tle	horse	must	think	it	queer

To	stop	with	out	a	farm	house	near

Be	tween	the	woods	and	fro	zen	lake

The	dark	est	eve	ning	of	the	year.


He	gives	his	har	ness	bells	a	shake

To	ask	if	there	is	some	mis	take

The	on	ly	oth	er	sound's	the	sweep

Of	ea	sy	wind	and	down	y	flake


The	woods	are	love	ly	dark	and	deep

But	I	have	pro	mis	es	to	keep

And	miles	to	go	be	fore	I	sleep

And	miles	to	go	be	fore	I	sleep