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.
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.
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.
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.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
What I Feel:
In a simple and lyrical language Frost depicts his 'stopping by woods on a snowy evening' when mesmerized by its beauty, but his very stopping recalls his of his 'promises to keep'-duty which is an important task. In our way of life we meet beauties which sound mind cannot ignore as trifles, we enjoy them and intend to indulge in for long. But in that process we should not neglect our other important tasks. We should accept life as a mingled urn, good and bad together.
