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... The only only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, and I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep... The Roads, Walks, Snow, Winter Wonderland, White Christmas, Trees, Beauty, Canopies
Alexandre Dumas' hideaway on the grounds of Monte Cristo Castle in Marly le Roi, France.