416 <br /> <br />A Murmur in the Trees—to note— <br />Not loud enough—for Wind— <br />A Star—not far enough to seek— <br />Nor near enough—to find— <br /> <br />A long—long Yellow—on the Lawn— <br />A Hubbub—as of feet— <br />Not audible—as Ours—to Us— <br />But dapperer—More Sweet— <br /> <br />A Hurrying Home of little Men <br />To Houses unperceived— <br />All this—and more—if I should tell— <br />Would never be believed— <br /> <br />Of Robins in the Trundle bed <br />How many I espy <br />Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings— <br />Although I heard them try— <br /> <br />But then I promised ne'er to tell— <br />How could I break My Word? <br />So go your Way—and I'll go Mine— <br />No fear you'll miss the Road.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-murmur-in-the-trees-mdash-to-note/
