I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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.

I’ve been wanting to submit this poem for quite some time, because it means so much to me, and then a few days ago I saw a Robert Frost poem and was upset because I wanted to submit a Frost poem. Well, I decided to submit anyway. This poem is very poignant to me in so many ways: like the last Frost poem [Poem #1272], he uses nature as a metaphor for life, or, as I believe in this poem, his dream life or daydreams. But this poem displays more of the dream of love.

It has a man, pining for a woman, guiltily:
“He must seek me would he undo the wrong.”

It shows the fear I think almost all men have of women, and this may be the same vice versa, but Ive never been a woman. But I think we are generally afraid of women, and we simply overcome it, and that’s what his final line is meant to me.

“For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof”

The dream of the love of a woman that we fear, yet desire as well, is fulfilled, and the woman is there to prove it.

–Kevin Litzinger