Emily Dickinson's Correspondences
Correspondence with Susan Dickinson

H 289
Musicians wrestling Everywhere!
All day - among the Crowded Air
I hear the silver strife -
And waking, long before the morn
Such Transport breaks upon the Town
I think it that "New Life"!

It 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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