Whose woods these are I think I know.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 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. 雪夜林畔小驻 罗伯特·佛洛斯特 想来我认识这座森林, 林主的庄宅就在邻村, 却不会见我在此驻马, 看它林中积雪的美景。 我的小马一定颇惊讶: 四望不见有什么农家, 偏是一年最暗的黄昏, 寒林和冰湖之间停下。 它摇一摇身上的串铃, 问我这地方该不该停。 此外只有轻风拂雪片, 再也听不见其他声音。 森林又暗又深真可羡, 但我还要守一些诺言, 还要赶多少路才安眠, 还要赶多少路才安眠。
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