A Sample of Frost

Stopping
without
the village,
lake,
and frozen farmhouse.

Only woods are here,
darkest snow,
my deep mistake.

I ask the horse
to go.

He gives promises.
His harness bells
shake evening,

miles
and miles
of wind,

the lovely sweep
of downy sleep.

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