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 find 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. Questions. Where does the master of the woods live ? What strange fact does the horse notice ? What are the sounds the poet hears in the woods ? How does the horse alarm the poet ? What are the two ideas the word ‘sleep’ conveys ?