The woods are so enchanting and awe.Inspiring that the poet is compelled to stop his horse to stare at the beauty of the

Woods.It is one of the darkest evening of the year.Snow-falling is in its full swing.Snow flakes are downy.

His pony-horse is thinking it queer to stop by the forest without a farm house nearby.There is a frozen lake beside the

Woods.There are sounds of the harness bells of his horse and wind blowing through the trees.The traveller is wondering

about the ownership of the woods that who is the owner of the woods.He probably knows the owner of the woods who is