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.
-Emily Dickinson