Poems by Emily Dickinson: I ("New feet within my garden go")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
I
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
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 weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
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