New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
Seeds feed awhile on ground,
then lift up into the sun. So you should taste the filtered light
and work your way toward wisdom
with no personal covering. That's how you came here,
like a star without a name.
Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights.