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–

by Emily Dickinson