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| Musicians wrestle everywhere --
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 157
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | You love me -- you are sure -- -156-
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| Succeeded by: | Dying! Dying in the night! -158-
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Musicians wrestle everywhere --
All day -- among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife --
And -- walking -- long before the morn --
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New Life"!
If is not Bird -- it has no nest --
Nor "Band" -- in brass and scarlet -- drest --
Nor Tamborin -- nor Man --
It is not Hymn from pulpit read --
The "Morning Stars" the Treble led
On Time's first Afternoon!
Some -- say -- it is "the Spheres" -- at play!
Some say that bright Majority
Of vanished Dames -- and Men!
Some -- think it service in the place
Where we -- with late -- celestial face --
Please God -- shall Ascertain!
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