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