Talented private detective

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 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 ( 1875 - 1963)

Kuacha na Woods juu ya jioni snowy

Ambao Woods hizi ni nadhani kujua
Nyumba yake ni katika kijiji ingawa;
Yeye hamtaniona kuacha hapa
Kuangalia misitu yake kujaza juu na theluji

Farasi mdogo wangu lazima nadhani ni queer
Kuacha bila farmhouse karibu
Kati ya misitu na ziwa waliohifadhiwa
Giza jioni ya mwaka.

Anatoa kuunganisha yake kengele kuitingisha
Kuuliza kama kuna ni baadhi ya makosa.
Nyingine tu sauti ni sweep
Ya rahisi upepo na downy flake.

Woods ni nzuri, giza na kina
Lakini i na ahadi ya kuweka,
Na maili kabla ya kwenda i kulala,
Na maili kabla ya kwenda kulala i

Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)