The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. (11-12)
It is quiet out here, and just a wee bit creepy, if you ask us. You know when it gets too quiet that you begin to freak out a little bit? That's the kind of quiet that fills the woods our speaker watches. Our speaker is all by himself, and yet we can't help but feel like he's not alone.
And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. (15-16)
We've reached the end of the poem, and we still don't know if our speaker has a family or if anyone is waiting up for him at home. The word "I" appears five times throughout the poem, and we get the feeling that our speaker is one individualistic kind of guy.