All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' <br />The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; <br />But a sleep oppresses them as they go, <br />And they end by bidding them as they go, <br />And they end by bidding him stay with them. <br /> <br />Since ever they flung abroad in spring <br />The leaves had promised themselves this flight, <br />Who now would fain seek sheltering wall, <br />Or thicket, or hollow place for the night. <br /> <br />And now they answer his summoning blast <br />With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir, <br />Or at utmost a little reluctant whirl <br />That drops them no further than where they were. <br /> <br />I only hope that when I am free <br />As they are free to go in quest <br />Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life <br />It may not seem better to me to rest.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misgiving/
