A Murmur in the Trees to Note by Emily Dickinson

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.