He halted in the wind, and--what was that <br />Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? <br />He stood there bringing March against his thought, <br />And yet too ready to believe the most. <br /> <br />'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,' I said; <br />And truly it was fair enough for flowers <br />had we but in us to assume in march <br />Such white luxuriance of May for ours. <br /> <br />We stood a moment so in a strange world, <br />Myself as one his own pretense deceives; <br />And then I said the truth (and we moved on). <br />A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boundless-moment-2/
