wнoѕe woodѕ тнeѕe are ι тнιnĸ ι ĸnow.
нιѕ нoυѕe ιѕ ιn тнe vιllage тнoυgн;
нe wιll noт ѕee мe ѕтoppιng нere,
тo waтcн нιѕ woodѕ ғιll υp wιтн ѕnow.
мy lιттle нorѕe мυѕт тнιnĸ ιт qυeer,
тo ѕтop wιтнoυт a ғarмнoυѕe near,
вeтween тнe woodѕ and ғrozen laĸe,
тнe darĸeѕт evenιng oғ тнe year.
нe gιveѕ нιѕ нarneѕѕ вellѕ a ѕнaĸe,
тo aѕĸ ιғ тнere ιѕ ѕoмe мιѕтaĸe.
тнe only oтнer ѕoυnd’ѕ тнe ѕweep,
oғ eaѕy wιnd and downy ғlaĸe.
тнe woodѕ are lovely, darĸ and deep,
вυт ι нave proмιѕeѕ тo ĸeep,
and мιleѕ тo go вeғore ι ѕleep,
and мιleѕ тo go вeғore ι ѕleep.
ѕтoppιng вy тнe woodѕ on a snowing evening....
вy roвerт ғroѕт