Board Thread:Survivor 31: Byzantium/@comment-31762786-20180315050311

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. '' 