Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

I have decided to spotlight a poem each day. Today's poem is:

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

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.

This poem is, so far, my favorite by Robert Frost. Throughout my life I have been turned off by strict end rhyme schemes, but Frost pulls it off well, the rhyme even entrances me and I feel that it creates a gentle rhythm that pulls you through the poem without becoming burdensome or gaudy. The rhymes all feel natural. The lines are iambic and 8 syllables long. The whole poem flows beautifully. The poem seems simple but to stay in such a stringent form so naturally is quite a feat. The imagery is beautiful and the scene just takes me in. I too wish to linger in the snowy woods for the evening, promises aside. But I, like Frost, must move on.