Robert Frost Poem

After Alex dies, Liz finds some concert tickets stuck in his Robert Frost
book, marking a poem. The lines of the poem becomes Liz's
'rallying cry' when she is searching for his killer.


But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.




Below is the poem in its entirety











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
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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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