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 Bequeath him to the night. Extinct be every hum In deference to him Whose garden wrestled with the dew, At daybreak overcome!
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