New Feet Within My Garden Go
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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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