Seeing Robert Frost Stop By The Woods On A Snowy Evening Poem by Lance Gong

Seeing Robert Frost Stop By The Woods On A Snowy Evening



I see the ground immersed with snow,
Across the woods, Robert Frost goes,
He walks through the woods, No one knows.
There the sleet, falling slow slow,
The snow drifts, in Manifolds,
Beneath the ice, water gently froze,
It is quixotic if winter never goes

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