I see the ground immersed with snow, <br />Across the woods, Robert Frost goes, <br />He walks through the woods, No one knows. <br />There the sleet, falling slow slow, <br />The snow drifts, in Manifolds, <br />Beneath the ice, water gently froze, <br />It is quixotic if winter never goes<br /><br />Lance Gong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-robert-frost-stop-by-the-woods-on-a-snowy-evening/
