In the dark blue sky you keep,
Often through my curtains peep
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

—Jane Taylor,
“Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”

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.

—Robert Frost, “Stopping by
Woods on a Snowy Evening”