Miles to go before I sleep by Soumyadip Mukherjee

Whose waters these are I think I know.
His house is in the glaciers, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his waters fill up with snow.
My little legs must think it queer
To stop without a rest house near
Between the waters and the old rocks
The milder evening of the year.

He gives his aching muscles a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound that sweep
Of the easy wind & birds in their nest.

The waters 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.

This was a wonderfull poem by Robert frost (Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening)which i editted to express the feeling when i took the photograph....the original poem is hyperlinked to the bracketed text above...