Version for quintet (Soprano/mezzo, acoustic guitar + male backing vocal, piano, cello, percussion/drum kit)
Love or a Season, movement II

Poem by Robert Frost, from A Boy's Will (1913)

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song 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—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.

see also:
I. Into My Own
III. Going for Water
IV. A Late Walk
V. Reluctance

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