how's this for juxtaposition? (vol. 1)

The old man (Jeez Dad, relax; it's just an expression...) emailed me earlier and said that I left you all hanging with the end of the last post. So here's a little something to satisfy the inner nostalgist in all of us. I know, I know, it's not really about snow falling in the woods, etc. But was my last post? Hmm... Sounds like dissertation fodder to me...

Anyway, here it is, although I know you all have already read it:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    by Robert Frost

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.

Expect a little commentary tomorrow. I'm too tired right now.