美国人必修的一首诗，有点类似我们的白日依山尽…… Whose woods these are I think I know． His house 的 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．