Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

A Dream Pang

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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--to 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.

1. The Egg and the Machine
2. The Exposed Nest
3. An Empty Threat
4. A Peck of Gold
5. To Earthward

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