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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withdrawn in forest, and my song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.
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