一首英文诗

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert FrostWhose 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.

这是我所喜欢的一首诗。

她带给我无穷审美享受。一首诗的灵魂就在于读者第一次读到她时被它深深吸引的陶醉，而不厌其烦的反复去读，去揣摩。我的一次读到她是我在看走遍美国（Family Album USA）时，斯图尔特家的夫妇两人为孩子们朗读的，那旋律，那韵脚...闭目养神，就听诗句从他们两人口中徐徐道出，温暖的情愫在心中融化...英文诗到这里也可以算巅峰造极了吧？

弗罗斯特是一个悲观主义者，他一生中多次想到自杀。这可以和本诗的基调吻合