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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 56
LVI.
MELODIES
UNHEARD.
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
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,
—
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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