“I shall keep singing!”

I shall keep singing!

I shall keep singing!

Birds will pass me

On their way to Yellower Climes–

Each–with a Robin’s expectation–

I–with my Redbreast–

And my Rhymes–

Late–when I take my place in summer–

But–I shall bring a fuller tune–

Vespers–are sweeter than Matins-Signor–

Morning–only the seed of Noon–

Emily Dickinson

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