frost

[zlobna_belka]

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

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[smolyaninow]

Фрост узнаётся на раз. Гляжу в гугл - точно он