Robert Frost, born in 1874, was a four-time Pulitzer Prize winner and a renowned American poet, especially for the exploration of rural life and nature through his poems. His poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, is one of his most celebrated works. The poem perfectly combines the appeal of nature’s beauty with the responsibilities of life.
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.