by Robert Frost
In a Vale
In Neglect

A Dream Pang

He is shown by a dream how really well it is with him.
 I HAD withdrawn in forest, and my song  Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;  And to the forest edge you came one day  (This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,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.