A Boundless Moment

by Robert Frost

　　

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He halted in the wind, and -- what was thatFar 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 flowershad we but in us to assume in marchSuch 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.

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