Robert Frost
I think I know whose forest this is.
Although his house is in the village;
He won't see me parked here.
Watching his Woods covered with snow.
My pony must feel very strange.
Stop when there is no farmhouse nearby.
Between the Woods and the ice lake
The darkest night of the year.
He rang his harness bell.
Ask if there is any mistake.
The only other sound is the sweeping sound.
The breeze is gentle and the snow is falling.
The forest is lovely, dark and deep.
But I have to keep my promise,
I still have a long way to go before I fall asleep,
I still have a long way to go before I fall asleep.