Robert Frost: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.

This poem was written by Robert Frost in 1922. He wrote in one of his letter, to his friend, that this is by far his best poem and he thought that people will remember him especially for this poem. Frost was writing his poem New Hampshire when he was finished writing that poem he went to see the weather outside and at that time the idea of writing this poem came into his mind and he wrote it within few minutes.