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.
這是一首言簡意賅的詩,學生時代修"文學作品導讀"時被要求背頌的詩.
看到雪地上拋錨的車,就像詩中的主人翁,把馬駐足在滿地積雪,
被雪覆蓋\的樹林邊般的意象... ... .
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