New feet within my garden go —
New fingers stir the sod —
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green —
New Weary sleep below —
And still the pensive Spring returns —
And still the punctual snow!
New feet within my garden go —
New fingers stir the sod —
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green —
New Weary sleep below —
And still the pensive Spring returns —
And still the punctual snow!
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Earth renews itself.