What is the next line?
1. The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
2 . Better stay away from those,
That carry around a fire hose,
Keep a clean nose,
Watch the plain clothes,
3 . The time has come, the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax,
4 . It was an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three,
By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
5 . Father calls me William,
Sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie,
6 . Abou Ben Adhem.
May his tribe increase,
Awoke one night,
7 . Listen my children and you shall hear,
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five,
Hardly a man is now alive,
8 . A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair,
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
9 . Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
10. Now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,