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.

-- Robert Frost

Here is the accompanying note by the person who posted this on one website.... I thought I would use it bcuz it actually is a very good comment about the poem:

"Like most of Frost's poems, 'Stopping By Woods' can be read on several levels. And, again like most of his poems, you can ignore them all, and still enjoy the surface meaning, which is beautifully evocative. Just below the surface there is the sleep/death metaphor, and the undercurrent of gentle longing for death tinges the surface with a melancholy that
reinforces and plays off the night and winter images."

OK.. back to me now..

I think this is a beautiful poem. I can actually imagine sitting on a horse leaning against a tree on a dark night in the forest. But, it's not dark at all, bcuz the fresh snow gleams a shimmery white while my horse stands still .. perplexed at his master's strange behaviour...and without warning, I pull his reins and we are travelling again... I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep...