Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| A MURMUR in the trees to note, | |
| Not loud enough for wind; | |
| A star not far enough to seek, | |
| Nor near enough to find; | |
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| A long, long yellow on the lawn, | 5 |
| A hubbub as of feet; | |
| Not audible, as ours to us, | |
| But dapperer, more sweet; | |
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| A hurrying home of little men | |
| To houses unperceived,— | 10 |
| All this, and more, if I should tell, | |
| Would never be believed. | |
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| Of robins in the trundle bed | |
| How many I espy | |
| Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings, | 15 |
| Although I heard them try! | |
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| 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. | 20 |
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