Stopping by the 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 I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost ....

like this poem alot....have always liked reading it since school days(v had it in std. 7th..i guess..in our english text books)....the last two lines are the most inspiring...'miles to go before i sleep'.