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!
- May we all have a fantastic 2014 full of love, peace and lots of blooms!
- - Mommy and E
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