Passing through the
woods the Poet stops by as he recognizes the owner of the woods and realizes that he wouldn’t be caught
trespassing the
woods clad in snow. He thought that his horse would find bizarre to stop without any outhouse nearby. The night was dark, frozen and windy.“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 final stanza poses the practical-over-emotional nature of the poet. He is mesmerized by the natural beauty but on the same way he has his incomplete task to fulfill.