How Dare The Robins Sing, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

How dare the robins sing,
    When men and women hear
    Who since they went to their account
    Have settled with the year! —
    Paid all that life had earned
    In one consummate bill,
    And now, what life or death can do
    Is immaterial.
    Insulting is the sun
    To him whose mortal light,
    Beguiled of immortality,
    Bequeaths him to the night.
    In deference to him
    Extinct be every hum,
    Whose garden wrestles with the dew,
    At daybreak overcome!