Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

’Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,’ I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.

1. The Valley’s Singing Day
2. Putting in the Seed
3. Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight
4. New Hampshire
5. The Mountain

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