Treasure Island

Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

A Dream Pang


I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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
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  • * Sunprincess * (10/25/2012 9:51:00 PM)

    wow enjoyed this one..kind of a strange dream
    ..suppose it came from wishing to be alone.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Anne Bradstreet (3/23/2007 12:02:00 PM)

    Robert Frost is dead, dead you hear me. Why are you talking to him? Only great poets such as myself can come back from the dead and make comments on poemhunter. And he wouldn't appreciate you talking about his poem like that you pervert. (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Root (7/10/2006 10:13:00 AM)

    Wow, You are so creative and emotional when write. This is an excellent poem.
    You are so very talented and it a pleasure to read your poetry. (Report) Reply

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