A Glösa created the first stanza of Frost’s poem

 

I’m headed out into the snow

A moonless night, as home I go.

Firs and pines all laden white;

whose woods these are, I think I know.

 

I muse this land belongs to Joe –

a man I’ve never cared to know.

He’s never seen from year to year.

His house is in the village though.

 

Alone at night, I have no fear

that he might suddenly appear.

He’ll be abed in his home, so

he will not see me stopping here.

 

I’ll linger midst what trees here grow,

as feathery flakes blow to and fro.

He’ll never know I paused tonight

to watch his woods fill up with snow.