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 asleep,

And miles to go before I asleep.

在宁静的无知的山谷里,人们过着幸福的生活.
永恒的向东西南北各个方向蜿蜒绵亘
知识的小溪沿着深邃破败的溪谷缓缓的流着.
它发源于昔日的荒山.
它消失在未来的沼泽.

-----房龙