Replied to Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost by Chris Aldrich (boffosocko.com)

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 harnes…