memories

For eighth grade graduation, we memorized a poem

I always think of it on nights like this.

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 hill and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake...

I can't remember the rest.  something about sounds, the flakes......and I will have to look it up when I am done to see how well the memory has held up.
I do remember the ending:
I have miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep.

I too have miles to go before I sleep.  For now, I am just enjoying the ride.
But I wish I had a horse,  And a sleigh.  And a wood.  It just seems that it would be a fun night to go out.
Peace and love.