Kennt wer kurze, englische, tiefgründige, mystische, und magische Wintergedichte?

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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.

Der Erlkönig von Goethe ist zwar nich direkt als Wintergedicht klassifiziert passt aber trotzdem.

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