Robert Frost / Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

By Robert Frost

Robert Frost / Una parada en el bosque en una tarde nevada

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.