我的小马一定感到奇怪，
为何要在这荒无人烟之地徘徊，
在树林与冰湖之间，
在一年中最黑暗的夜晚。
他将清脆的马铃摇响，
试问有何异样，
回应他的惟一声响
是轻风吹卷雪花的纷扬。
树林可人，幽暗而深邃，
而我必须信守承诺，
穿越漫漫长路我才能沉眠。
穿越漫漫长路我才能沉眠。
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.