I quote from Robert Frost's well-known poem Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods there 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.
— Robert Lee Frost