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Originally Posted by tom kelly
The Poem written by Robert Frost, " Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
composed in June, 1922 at his house in Shaftsbury, VT. Robert Frost died on Jan. 29, 1963...He was 89 years old. Tom Kelly
The 4th & Last Stanza of the Poem:
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.
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This is among'st the ones I like but my favorite would be the stanza inscribed on the Clock Tower at Stirling Lines,Hereford the home of the British SAS,the stanza is from the poem "The Golden Journey to Samarkand" by James Elroy Fleckner this is how it goes-
We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond the last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
This stanza is probably among'st the best things I have read as far as poetry is concerned.