been crazy busy at work and everything else has taken a back seat.
i had withdrawn in forest, and my song
was swallowed up in leaves that blew away;
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.