This is the full poem, part of which Liz recites to herself in "Cry Your Name", promising to herself and Alex that she'll do whatever it takes to find out what really happened to him.
"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 sounds 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.
Taken from New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes, 1923.
copyright Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Inc.
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