英文詩歌：雪夜駐林邊

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 downy flake.
    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promise to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I SLEEP.