New feet within my garden go
New fingers stir the sod
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green
New Weary sleep below
And still the pensive Spring returns
And still the punctual snow!
New feet within my garden go
New fingers stir the sod
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green
New Weary sleep below
And still the pensive Spring returns
And still the punctual snow!
© Emily Dickinson