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 goodbye to men.
1761. A train went through a burial gate
Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson é uma senhora poetisa que eu estudei de certeza em Literatura Norte Americana...