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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening / Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost


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 soundโ€™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.





ืœืขืฆื•ืจ ืœืฆื“ ื™ืขืจ ื‘ืขืจื‘ ืžื•ืฉืœื’ / ืจื•ื‘ืจื˜ ืคืจื•ืกื˜


ืœึฐืžึดื™ ื”ึทื™ึฐืขึธืจื•ึนืช ืžื•ึผืœึดื™ ื“ึผื•ึนืžึถื” ืึตื“ึทืข

ื”ื•ึผื ืึถืช ื‘ึผึตื™ืชื•ึน ื‘ึผึฐืชื•ึนืšึฐ ื”ึทื›ึผึฐืคึธืจ ื ึธื˜ึธื”,

ืึทืšึฐ ืœึนื ื™ึดืจึฐืึถื” ืขึตืช ืžึทื‘ึผึธื˜ึดื™ ืกึธืงึทืจ

ืึตื™ื›ึธื” ื”ึดืฉืึฐืœึตื™ื’ ื”ึทื™ึผึทืขึทืจ ืฉืึถื ึผึธื˜ึทืข.


ืกื•ึผืกึดื™ ื•ึทื“ึผึทืื™ ื—ื•ึนืฉืึตื‘ ืฉืึถื–ึผึถื” ืžื•ึผื–ึธืจ,

ืฉึถืื›ึผึธืืŸ ืขึธืฆึทืจึฐื ื•ึผ, ื‘ึผึฐืึตื™ืŸ ื‘ึผึดืงึฐืชึทืช ืึดื›ึผึธืจ

ื‘ึผึตื™ืŸ ืฉืึถืœึถื’ ื™ึทืขึทืจ ืœึฐืฆึดื ึผึทืช ืึทื’ึผึธื

ืฉื‚ื•ึนืจึตืจ ืœื•ึน ืขึถืจึถื‘ ืงึทืจ ื•ึฐื ึถืขึฐื›ึผึธืจ.


ื”ื•ึผื ืžึฐื ึธืขึตืจ ืืช ืžึฐืฆึดืœึผึทืช ื”ึทื’ึผึธื‘

ืœึดืฉืึฐืื•ืœ ืึดื ืœื ื ึธืคึฐืœึธื” ืึตื™ื–ื•ึน ืฉืึฐื’ึธื’ึธื”,

ืึตื™ืŸ ืงื•ึนืœ ืกึฐื‘ึดื™ื‘ึตื ื•ึผ, ืœึนื ื ึดืฉืึฐืžึทืข ืึทืฃ ืื•ึนืช,

ืจึทืง ื ึทื”ึทื ืจื•ึผื—ึท, ืฉืึฐืื•ึนืŸ ืคึผึฐืชึดื™ืชึตื™ ืชึผื•ึผื’ึธื”.


ื”ึทื™ึผึทืขึทืจ ื›ึผึนื” ื™ึธืคึถื”, ืึธืคึตืœ, ืขึธืžึนืง,

ืึทืšึฐ ืขึทืœ ื’ึผึทื‘ึผึดื™ ืžึปื˜ึผึธืœ ืขึนืœ ืžึฐืฉื‚ึดื™ืžื•ึนืช.

ืžึดื™ืœึดื™ืŸ ืœึดื’ึฐืžึนื ื‘ึผึฐื˜ึถืจึถื ืจึนืืฉื ืึถืฉืึฐืžึนื˜,

ืžึดื™ืœึดื™ืŸ ืœึดื’ึฐืžึนื ื‘ึผึฐื˜ึถืจึถื ืจึนืืฉื ืึถืฉืึฐืžึนื˜.


ืชืจื’ื•ื : ื–ื™ื•ื” ืฉืžื™ืจ


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