Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think iI 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.
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life
我的心肝,我的挚爱,我美丽的贤妻,
我这辈子就毁在你手里。