关于堆雪人的英语诗

One must have a mind of winter
　　To regard the frost and the boughs
　　Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
　　And have been cold a long time
　　To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
　　The spruces rough in the distant glitter

　　Of the January sun; and not to think
　　Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
　　In the sound of a few leaves,
　　
　　Which is the sound of the land
　　Full of the same wind
　　That is blowing in the same bare place
　　
　　For the listener, who listens in the snow,
　　And, nothing himself, beholds
　　Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.