Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

¹Whose woods these are I think I know.

²His house is in the village though;

³He will not see me stopping here

⁴To watch his woods fill up with snow.

⁵My little horse must think it queer

⁶To stop without a farmhouse near

⁷Between the woods and frozen lake

⁸The darkest evening of the year.

⁹He gives his harness bells a shake

¹⁰To ask if there is some mistake.

¹¹The only other sound's the sweep

¹²Of easy wind and downy flake.

¹³The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

¹⁴But I have promises to keep,

¹⁵And miles to go before I sleep,

¹⁶And miles to go before I sleep.