Emily Dickinson

I shall keep singing!

250 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—