ライト・ヴァース雑感/ふるる
　
gh;
He will not see 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 wood and the frozen lake
The darkest evening of year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only othe
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