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Whose stocks these are I think I know. His house is in Far India though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his stocks fill with bubble My advisor must think it queer To buy a lots without any fear Between the woods and frozen lake In the darkest month of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the weep Of easy wind and downy flake. The stocks are dark, deep and damned. But I’ve money to buy the fund. And how much to lose when they slide, And how much to lose when they slide, 雪林畔小駐 原詩如下: 經典譯文見 余光中 版) 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. |
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