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 Ours–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.
