III. Nature
VIII. A murmur in the trees to note
 

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.