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Monday, February 21, 2005
"A train went through a burial gate"
Emily Dickinson
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.
posted by gbarto at 12:04 AM
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