Musicians wrestle 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”!

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 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!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Musicians wrestle everywhere


  1. asmae says:

    analysis,criticism and comment

  2. Thomas Witakowski says:

    You have a mistake in the 4th line: “walking” should be “waking”!

  3. Jakima Davis says:

    I think that it’s a great war poem that speaks to the people

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