99 <br /> <br />New feet within my garden go— <br />New fingers stir the sod— <br />A Troubadour upon the Elm <br />Betrays the solitude. <br /> <br />New children play upon the green— <br />New Weary sleep below— <br />And still the pensive Spring returns— <br />And still the punctual snow!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-feet-within-my-garden-go/
