I had withdrawn in forest, and my song <br />Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; <br />And to the forest edge you came one day <br />(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long, <br />But did not enter, though the wish was strong: <br />you shook your pensive head as who should say, <br />'I dare not--to far in his footsteps stray- <br />He must seek me would he undo the wrong.' <br /> <br />Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all <br />behind low boughs the trees let down outside; <br />And the sweet pang it cost me not to call <br />And tell you that I saw does still abide. <br />But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof, <br />For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-pang-2/
