Page:Emily Dickinson Poems (1890).djvu/126

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been validated.

IX.

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.