Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (Google Books ⧉, Amazon ⧉, Bookshop ⧉)

Angle of Repose

He looked at me pleasantly, he wagged his head in appreciation of what we shared. 'Great day,' he said. 'Great country,' and passed on, through the pines. Whose woods those were, I think I know, and they were not his.