- 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.
譯文：
雪夜林畔駐馬
羅伯特.弗羅斯特
我想我知道這是誰的樹林.
他的家雖在那邊鄉村;
他看不到我駐足在此地,
佇望他的樹林白雪無垠.
我的小馬壹定會覺得離奇,
停留於曠無農舍之地,
在這樹林和冰湖中間
壹年中最昏暗的冬夕.
它將它的佩鈴朗朗壹牽
問我有沒有弄錯了地點.
此外但聞微風的拂吹
和紛如鵝毛的雪片
這樹林真可愛,黝黑而深邃.
可是我還要趕好幾英裏路才能安睡,
還要趕好幾英裏才能安睡.