Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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.

1. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Remorse
4. The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown
5. Resurgam

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