The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep
The woods are lovely, dark and deep:
The forests I explore at night
While sniffing truffles like a pig,
Rutting for morsels ripe to write.
If only life would leave me be
To plant these bulbs and watch them bloom
But I have promises to keep,
And must cuckold my writing-room.
The soil is loamy, dark and deep.
I work it so my soul to keep
For I have winter bulbs to reap
And miles to till before I sleep.