Title of Blog

In case you, dear readers, were wondering: the title of this blog comes from the second most famous (I think) poem by Robert Frost, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening." Here it is in full:

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.

I love this poem, both for its imagery and because I, too, feel like I'd found a nice place to stop but couldn't. (Does anyone know of any good poems about focusing on where you're at, rather than looking ahead to the future? Because that's another issue right now, but you don't find much poetry about that kind of thing.)