雪夜林間少駐

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

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