“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
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 5
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. 10
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.
Short Overview about poem:
On the surface, this poem is simplicity itself. The speaker
is stopping by some woods on a snowy evening. He or she takes in
the lovely scene in near-silence, is tempted to stay longer, but
acknowledges the pull of obligations and the considerable distance
yet to be traveled before he or she can rest for the night.
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