A Dream Pang

He is shown by a dream how really well it is with him.
I HAD withdrawn in forest, and my song 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.