Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ Robert 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 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.

This is a simple, yet powerful poem which touched my heart when I was young. The speaker stops by the beautiful woods on a snowy evening. He or she is attracted by the beauty of the woods and the night. But soon realizes the pull towards the obligations and responsibilities that needs to be fulfilled and the long distance that has to be travelled before he or she can rest in life.