Read the poem: “A murmur in the trees to note”

by Emily Dickinson

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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 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.

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