Woods are Lonley
 

Woods are lonley dark and deek,
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
...And miles to go before i sleep.

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.

[B]Robert Frost[/B]