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 I IO POEMS.

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A MURMUR in the trees to note, A star not far enough to seek, Nor near enough to find ;
 * Not loud enough for wind ;

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 !

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