Dream Pang, A
by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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--to 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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Fire And Ice
Reluctance
Wind And Window Flower
Dust Of Snow
For Once, Then Something
Good-Bye, And Keep Cold
Mending Wall
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Putting In the Seed
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