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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

Musicians wrestle everywhere

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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Musicians wrestle everywhere --All day -- among the crowded airI hear the silver strife --And -- walking -- long before the morn --Such transport breaks upon the townI 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 ledOn Time's first Afternoon! Some -- say -- it is "the Spheres" -- at play!Some say that bright MajorityOf vanished Dames -- and Men!Some -- think it service in the placeWhere we -- with late -- celestial face --Please God -- shall Ascertain!