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.
A Boundless Moment
Robert Frost
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Poem topics: believe, truth, wind, world, white, ready, young, moment, paradise, ghost, year, thought, strange, bloom, march, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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