(for context, see Introducing Haikuku)
I think I know who this tree belongs to.
His house is in the city.
He stopped me here.
He cannot see his snow-covered forest.
my little horse
There is no field nearby
between its forest and cool lake
What a stop on the darkest night of the year
You have to feel like it's great.
He rang a soldier's bell
Ask if there are any mistakes.
What else do you hear?
Just the sound of fresh air and snow.
The forest is beautiful, dense and deep.
But I have a promise to keep.
And I still have miles to go before I can sleep.
And I still have miles to go before I can sleep.
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Original:
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by 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 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.
