На конкурс чтецов нужен красивый стих на английском языке, с рифмой. 3-4 строфы

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.

Красивейший стих Редьярда Киплинга - "Литания влюбленных" или "Серые глаза - рассвет... " (с переводом можете ознакомиться через поисковик - очень мелодичная вещь) . Учится стихотворение, вобщем-то, легко)
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The Lovers' Litany

Eyes of grey — a sodden quay,
Driving rain and falling tears,
As the steamer wears to sea
In a parting storm of cheers.
Sing, for Faith and Hope are high —
None so true as you and I —
Sing the Lovers' Litany: —
«Love like ours can never die!»

Eyes of black — a throbbing keel,
Milky foam to left and right;
Whispered converse near the wheel
In the brilliant tropic night.
Cross that rules the Southern Sky!
Stars that sweep, and wheel, and fly,
Hear the Lovers' Litany: —
«Love like ours can never die!»

Eyes of brown — a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June,
Flying hoof and tightened rein,
Hearts that beat the old, old tune.
Side by side the horses fly,
Frame we now the old reply
Of the Lovers' Litany: —
«Love like ours can never die!»

Eyes of blue — the Simla Hills
Silvered with the moonlight hoar;
Pleading of the waltz that thrills,
Dies and echoes round Benmore.
«Mabel», «Officers», «Good-bye»,
Glamour, wine, and witchery —
On my soul's sincerity,
«Love like ours can never die!»

Maidens, of your charity,
Pity my most luckless state.
Four times Cupid's debtor I —
Bankrupt in quadruplicate.
Yet, despite this evil case,
An a maiden showed me grace,
Four-and-forty times would I
Sing the Lovers' Litany: —
«Love like ours can never die!»