Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
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,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
雪夜林间少驻
莫问谁家林
匆匆又一村
停车爱残雪
一年夜最深
铃铛一声响
马儿不耐烦
此处无客栈
冰湖暂相伴
钟爱林深深
惭愧世俗人
道路漫且远
前程岂敢问
