Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening -Robert Frost

[prasanna]

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

[prabakaran_cad]

Yes, really miles to go before we sleep may not externally but internally

[prasanna]

Thanks Prabakar,  for sharing your views on my childhood favorite poem. Still this  is  one of my favorite poems.I never forget this poem . I like to read it again and again.


Regards,