吾知林之主，
村中有其屋；
不知吾停驻，
观其林雪覆。
吾驹疑满腹，
雪林与冰湖，
夜黑无人处，
为何在此伫？
驹摇身上铃，
欲问有否误。
唯有风雪舞，
寂寂他音无。
爱林之幽乎，
但有约将赴，
眠前须赶路，
眠前多赶路。
Whose woods there 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.
