I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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.
(from "A Boy?s Will" - 1913)