After many cups of Earl Gray tea and much thought, we decided on the name “Robins in the Trundle Bed.”  This snippet of whimsy comes from a poem by Emily Dickinson.  The line of poetry magically gathers together so many of our predilections—for robin song, for Emily Dickinson and for quaint antiques.  Is there anything more evocative of pleasant times gone by, of family closeness, of the warmth of children gathered near than the trundle bed?  Is there anything more whimsical than the image of a robin dressed in  child’s night attire?  We hope that our name brings a smile to your face and you to our shop to experience the warmth of Robins in the Trundle Bed. 

A Murmur in the Trees—to note  (416)
(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 –