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
Frost paints us a picture that is both beautiful and startling. These snowy woods are “lovely” (see final stanza), but they’re also threatening on a primal level. By the end of the poem, they’re metaphorically linked with death. 
 This speaker is stopping to  watch –to savor the sublimity of the scene. According to  Arthur Schopenhauer , a 19th-century philosopher of aesthetics, the sublime is “pleasure from perceiving objects that threaten to hurt or destroy the observer.” Think: lightning, fire, heights. 
 The speaker enjoys the fact that his stopping will be his own secret. His act is rebellious because  he is trespassing imaginatively against the owner’s purpose for the woods, which are seemingly undeveloped, available merely as a route for villagers to pass through. By stopping, he creates a relationship with the woods in his private, subjective world of thought which re-appropriates the landscape in opposition to social and legal possession. The owner is far away and cannot share the speaker’s experience, and may have never noticed this part of the forest. He is nameless and faceless, suggesting that his ownership is irrelevant. It’s a bit like the divide between a father and a lover, if the land is a girl: the lover stirs and alters the father’s original socialisation of his daughter because his focus is more physical and spiritual. Like the speaker, he doesn’t create or raise, but rather reinterprets and ignites. Interestingly, the speaker is “possessed” by the supernatural power of the landscape, suggesting that he too is unaware of the forces seducing him. Contemplating death and the inhuman aspects of the world are certainly rebellious acts! 
 Here the speaker may be contemplating death as something peaceful and serene, even inviting, like a landscape whose imperfections have been smoothed out with a blanket of snow. 
 If we read the “he”  as God,  this line might also speak to the narrator’s profound sense of loneliness, despair, depression–or abandonment. “He will not see me,” either because he does not exist, or because he no longer cares what I do.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening