FILM ‘Sub Rosa’

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening“
Poem 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.