miles to go before i sleep

whose woods these are ,i think i know
his house is in the village though
he ll not see me stopping here ,to watch his woods fill up with snow
my little horse must think its queer , to stop without a farmhouse near,
between the woods and the lake the darkest evening of the year....
THE WOODS ARE LOVELY DARK AND DEEP
BUT I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND  MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP..........