A Dream Pang

Роберт Ли Фрост
 
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:        
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.
 
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;        
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
 


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Robert! I have taken an immmediate fancy to this poem. The forest is merely magic. There is a note of originality in this piece. I appreciate it and my best wishes.

Светлана Барашко   24.09.2010 11:26   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Thank you! It's nice that you understand and love poetry.

Роберт Ли Фрост   25.09.2010 09:33   Заявить о нарушении
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