Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. 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. Robert Frost Recites ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. Fire and Ice by Robert Frost.