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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!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Keep My Pledge
- I Know Where Wells Grow—droughtless Wells
- Morning—is The Place For Dew
- Patience—has A Quiet Outer
- I Made Slow Riches But My Gain