Dienstag, 23. Dezember 2008

Nur noch einmal schlafen ...

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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's 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's 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

Robert Frost

Meine Lieben! Ich wünsche euch ein richtig schönes Fest, lasst es euch gut gehen! 

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