Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note - Poem 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.

Comments about A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note by Emily Dickinson

  • Indira Renganathan (11/6/2016 4:41:00 AM)

    With bated breath I go my way but with remembering this poem....mysterious moment well expressed- 10 (Report) Reply

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  • (5/5/2014 1:33:00 PM)

    trees have a language of their own :) (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2014 10:13:00 PM)

    .......beautifully written...enjoyed every stanza... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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