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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 84 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 9

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A train went through a burial gate, A bird broke forth and sang, And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat Till all the churchyard rang;

And then adjusted his little notes, And bowed and sang again. Doubtless, he thought it meet of him To say good-by to men.

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