In this poem, a narrator on horseback stops to marvel at the beauty and stillness of the falling snow in the darkness of a winter evening. He notes his horse must think it "queer" that he halts this way, and the horse's impatient shake of the harness bells indicates that it is unusual for our narrator to pause merely to observe nature.
After observing, the narrator moves on, for he has duties and obligations and a long journey ahead of him. He makes no comment about what wisdom he derived from the scene. It clearly delighted and moved him, so much so that he stopped in the middle of his busyness to experience it. While he does not tell us what he learned, that he recorded it shows it made an impression on him. What we learn—our wisdom—and what we surmise is the narrator's too, is that it is hardly a waste of time to stop on our busy journey through life and witness the beauty around us. The wisdom we take away is the importance of these fleeting moments and a hint of regret that life's obligations often take them from us.
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