Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886


A train went through a burial gate...

by 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.


Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston