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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 –
 

A long – long Yellow – on the Lawn –
A  Hubbub – as of feet –
Not audible – as Our’s – 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.

It is dead – Find it –

Out of sound – Out of Sight –

′′Happy′′? Which is wiser –

You, or the Wind?

′′Conscious′′? Wont you ask that –

Of the low Ground?

 

′′Homesick ′′? Many met it –

Even through them – This

cannot testify –

Themselves – as dumb –