One of my most favorite poems by my favorite poet is "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening".
The poem begins with the lines "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." It creates a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere.
The narrator's little horse seems to find it strange to stop in such a desolate place "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."
The only sounds are the horse shaking its harness bells and the soft sweep of the wind and snowflakes "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 described as lovely, dark, and deep, but the narrator has promises to keep and a long journey ahead "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."
Whenever I read this poem, I imagine myself walking through a forest with such lush scenery. It makes me feel a sense of tranquility and a longing for the beauty of nature. I am truly in love with this poem.