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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!
Musicians Wrestle Everywhere
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: god, life, silver, time, bird, long, place, play, town, hear, bright, face, morning, service, walking, celestial, Valentine's Day, strife, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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