Robert Frost composed the poem I am sharing here in June 1922 while working on his long poem "New Hampshire" from the collection of the same name. He had been up all night when he finally finished; it was morning. 

He went outside to watch the sunrise and suddenly thought of the idea for "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." 

He quickly composed the poem about the snowy evening and the little horse, as if he had a hallucination, in just a few minutes without strain. 

This poem has become his identity. It has been used at many occasions.

One memory I have is from the funeral of former Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, where his son Justin (who occupied his chair later, like our own democratically elected leaders) paraphrased the poem's last stanza in his eulogy: “The woods are lovely, dark and deep. He has kept his promises and earned his sleep.”

Remember, it was Pierre Trudeau who contributed to the rise of Khalistani terrorism that caused Punjab to burn for a decade.

That was the promise he kept.

However, it wasn’t Robert Frost's fault. This is indeed an inspiring poem – you’ve to decide where you need inspiration. 

 Read the full poem - 

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.