Treasure Island

Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

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I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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—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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • * Sunprincess * (10/25/2012 9:51:00 PM)

    wow enjoyed this one..kind of a strange dream
    ..suppose it came from wishing to be alone.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Anne Bradstreet (3/23/2007 12:02:00 PM)

    Robert Frost is dead, dead you hear me. Why are you talking to him? Only great poets such as myself can come back from the dead and make comments on poemhunter. And he wouldn't appreciate you talking about his poem like that you pervert. (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Root (7/10/2006 10:13:00 AM)

    Wow, You are so creative and emotional when write. This is an excellent poem.
    You are so very talented and it a pleasure to read your poetry. (Report) Reply

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