Poem

New feet within my garden go

Emily Dickinson
99 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!

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