A Dream Pang
1874-1963
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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--too 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.
DayPoems Poem No. 2624
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2624.html">A Dream Pang by Robert Frost</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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