韩国电视剧春节的味道

As a sad response； and to keep down my grief
I would not turn my head to discover
That there was nothing in my belief.
Yet I wanted to look and see
That nobody stood at the back of me；
But I thought once more： “Nay， I’ll not unvision
A shape which， somehow， there may be.”
So I went on softly from the glade，
And left her behind me throwing her shade，
As she were indeed all apparition—
My head unturned lest my dream should fade.