Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

                               Robert Lee 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 the 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.

Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.