&Quot;Good night", because we must!
How intricate the Dust!
I would go, to know -
Oh Incognito!
Saucy, saucy Seraph,
To elude me so!
Father! They wont tell me!
Wont you tell them to?
Emily Dickinson
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"...