Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

’Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,’ I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.

1. The Valley’s Singing Day
2. Putting in the Seed
3. The Mountain
4. The Cocoon
5. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

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