My First Love

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Lee 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.

Way back when I was still learning to write, this was the first poem which earned my respect. To this day, I am impressed by poems both old and new but, this one stands firm in my heart. I've come across such great works as 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by S.T.Coleridge and the many great works by Wordsworth but in spite of all their wonder, this one is my favourite.