My Garden

        I.

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  

From: Poems by Emily Dickinson Series One      

Edited by two of her friends

Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson

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