During her life, Emily Dickinson published few of her poems. This poem expresses her assurance that her voice will eventually be heard – later than the birds, perhaps – but sweeter for being later.
Soprano:
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 –
A recording may be heard here.
Here is a link to the last movement, In Paradisum.