Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life LXXXII |
| MUSICIANS wrestle everywhere: | |
| All day, among the crowded air, | |
| I hear the silver strife; | |
| And—waking long before the dawn— | |
| Such transport breaks upon the town | 5 |
| I think it that “new life!” | |
| It is not bird, it has no nest; | |
| Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed, | |
| Nor tambourine, nor man; | |
| It is not hymn from pulpit read,— | 10 |
| 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! | 15 |
| Some think it service in the place | |
| Where we, with late, celestial face, | |
| Please God, shall ascertain! |
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