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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 –

ca. 1861