Classic English Literature Notes

A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and–what was that

Far 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 flowers

had we but in us to assume in march

Such 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.