Uploaded September 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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VOCES8 sings Eric Whitacre's 'Sleep' with the original poetry, 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening', conducted by the composer at the VOCES8 Centre in London.

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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.