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)

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

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