MUSICIANS WRESTLE EVERYWHERE - EMILY DICKINSON 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!

The structure that identifies this selection as a poem includes all of the following EXCEPT

A) The selection is written in prose.
B) The selection is written in stanzas.
C) The selection is written with line structure.
D) The selection is written with rhythmic patterns.