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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 56
LVI.
MELODIES
UNHEARD.
Musicians
play
everywhere:
All
day,
in
the
busy
air,
I
hear
the
silver
fight;
And
—
waking
long
before
dawn
—
Such
joy
fills
the
town
I
think
it
is
"new
life!"
It
is
not
bird,
it
has
no
nest;
Nor
band,
in
bright
clothes,
Nor
drum,
nor
man;
It
is
not
a
hymn
from
church,
—
The
morning
stars
led
the
song
On
time's
first
afternoon!
Some
say
it
is
the
spheres
at
play!
Some
say
that
bright
group
Of
gone
women
and
men!
Some
think
it
is
service
in
the
place
Where
we,
with
new,
bright
face,
Please
God,
shall
find
out!
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