Роберт Ли Фрост Боль во сне

мой сон: с берёз листва летела,
в лесу укрылся грустной песней,
со мною листья пели вместе,
ты не вошла в лес, но хотела,
качая головой несмело
сказала искренне, без лести,
без фальши, ненависти, мести:
"меня найди - вот твоё дело!"

сквозь невысокие деревья
всё видел, болью наслаждаясь,
остановить хотел мгновенье,
я жить хотел, не просыпаясь!
осенний лес, весной приснись,
а сон мой правдой обернись...
 


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I had withdrawn in forest, and my song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
(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--to 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.