| Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915. |
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| 16. A Dream Pang |
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| I HAD withdrawn in forest, and my song | |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: | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all | |
| Behind low boughs the trees let down outside; | 10 |
| 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. | |
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