Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

While Robert Frost is best known (at least to me) as the man who wrote "The Road Not Taken", I like this poem best. It conjures to my mind a very vivid mental image of the snowy woods, with the horseman cloaked in the night. I have no idea why, but the poem gave me a sort of ominous feeling, as if the night was filled with mysterious occurrences and devious strangers. I especially love the last four lines of the poem,

"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."

It sounds great and has a kind of lulling quality to it that makes you feel as if you are being lured to the woods as well.