'When I was just as far as I could walk <br />From here today, <br />There was an hour <br />All still <br />When leaning with my head again a flower <br />I heard you talk. <br />Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say-- <br />You spoke from that flower on the window sill- <br />Do you remember what it was you said?' <br /> <br />'First tell me what it was you thought you heard.' <br /> <br />'Having found the flower and driven a bee away, <br />I leaned on my head <br />And holding by the stalk, <br />I listened and I thought I caught the word-- <br />What was it? Did you call me by my name? <br />Or did you say-- <br />Someone said "Come" -- I heard it as I bowed.' <br /> <br />'I may have thought as much, but not aloud.' <br /> <br />"Well, so I came.'<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/telephone-the/
