IX.

A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat,
Doubtless wondering why a train is going into a cemetery.

But then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
Doubtless, he though it meet of him
To say hello to the scary engine using nice words in his song-language.

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The real one, with interpretation.