A Murmur in the Trees—to note

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.