stopping by woods on a snowy evening

• basindan sonuna paylasmak istedigim robert frost eseri..
  
  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 is 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.
  
  her okuyusta insani anlatilan yerde hissettirir. siirin ismi gectiginde de o ayni his geri gelir.