Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
- By 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.
Translation:
Horses standing by the woods on a snowy night
Robert Frost
I miss me Know whose woods this is.
Although his home is in the countryside;
He cannot see me stopping here,
waiting for his The woods are endless with snow.
My pony will definitely feel strange,
Staying in a deserted land,
Between these woods and the glacial lake< /p>
The darkest winter evening of the year.
It held its bell loudly
Asked me if I had mistaken the place.
Besides, I can smell the gentle breeze
and the falling snowflakes
The woods are so lovely, dark and deep.
But I still I have to drive many miles before I can sleep well.
I have to drive many miles before I can sleep well.