I’ve stopped by woods on snowy eves
More times than I can say,
I’ve wandered roads not taken till
I could not find my way.

I’ve apple picked and mended walls
All by a silken tent,
I’ve been acquainted with the night
Till night and dark were spent.

I’ve asked for roses, prayed in spring
For weather hot and searing
So I could sit and read Bob Frost
Within a cabin clearing.