And miles to go before I sleep...

 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

 

Dedicato a chi ama camminare nel bosco la notte  

Immagine scattata da Irene

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 farmehouse 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 lonely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost