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new Feet Within My Garden Go,

Emily Elizabeth 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!

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
06/29/2019


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