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
雪夜林間少駐
莫問誰家林 匆匆又一村 停車愛殘雪 一年夜最深
鈴鐺一聲響 馬兒不耐煩 此處無客棧 冰湖暫相伴
鍾愛林深深 慚愧世俗人 道路漫且遠 前程豈敢問 |