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217. epizód - Robert Frost vers


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost (1923)
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.


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