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 #snowflake.
The woods are lovely and DARK, and #DeepState and #snowflakes will censor "#queer",
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep…
NOT by ROBERT FROST