A Train Went Through A Burial Gate, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  A train went through a burial gate,
    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 good-by to men.