Robert Frost: Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

This is one of my favorite poems. My dad and I use to quote it often as we walked through the woods in the winter. I use to listen to Robert Frost read it on an old album my grandma had on her record player. And today it feels like winter is just around the corner.

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.