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dickinson-series02_057-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_057-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	108	6	84	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 that bright majority Of vanished dames and men!	cache/dickinson-series02_057-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_057-1891.txt