Kleine Weisheiten 1

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1. Snow beneath whose chilly softness
   Some that never lay
   Make their first Repose this Winter
   I admonish Thee

   Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
   We so new bestow
   Than thine acclimated Creature
   Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?

   Emily Dickinson

2. 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.

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