Emily Dickinson

A Murmur In The Trees To Note

poem 416

A Murmur in the Trees to note Not loud enough for Wind A Star not far enough to seek Nor near enough to find A long long Yellow on the Lawn A Hubbub as of feet Not audible as Ours to Us But dapperer More Sweet A Hurrying Home of little Men To Houses unperceived All this and more if I should tell Would never be believed Of Robins in the Trundle bed How many I espy Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings Although I heard them try But then I promised ne’er to tell How could I break My Word? So go your Way and I’ll go Mine No fear you’ll miss the Road.

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