Robert Frost

Criminal Minds just quoted Robert Frost.  I memorized this poem in grade school:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

Oops.  I had to correct three words: see was mind, the darkest was this darkest, and easy was gentle.  Not too bad, I guess.  I'm not remembering from that long ago, though: my grandkids had a great picture book of this poem.

I, too, have miles to go before I sleep.  Probably good for me to remember that.