Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village, though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf 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.
In Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," the speaker reflects on a moment spent contemplating the beauty of a snowy landscape. He acknowledges the owner of the woods, who lives in the nearby village and is unaware of his presence. The speaker's horse seems confused by the stop, as it lacks nearby human habitation, emphasizing the solitude of the scene. The tranquil atmosphere is punctuated only by...
