From: (Message Meister)
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 09:50:01 -0500 (EST)

Greetings.  Today is this semester's last monday morning coffee day.
Have a happy holiday season!
             Stopping by Woods 
            On a Snowy Evening
     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.
                     --Robert Frost