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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-
