His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.]]> To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.]]> To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.]]> But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.]]>