NEW FEET WITHIN MY GARDEN GO

by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

      EW 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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