
Promises to Keep | A Group Show
Online in support of Choose Love’s refugee projects around the World
Curated by The Violet Hour
Works for under £1,000 from a group of talented emerging artists.
Online mid-June in support of Choose Love.
Works are priced excluding postage (£10 UK, rest of world will be more)
Glade - Felicity Warbrick
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.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST