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?