Light Up the Darkness

-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.* Robert Frost