New feet within my garden go —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
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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