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 the 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 the promise to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost has composed the poem.
The poem is entitled as 'Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening'.
I think that the speaker is a traveller in the poem.
The poet thinks the owner would not find him stopping in the owner's wood because the owner's house is in the village.