That Music Always Round Me
THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning—yet long untaught I did not hear;But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of day-break I hear,A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,A transparent bass, shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,The triumphant tutti—the funeral wailings, with sweet flutes and violins—allthese Ifill myself with;I hear not the volumes of sound merely—I am moved by the exquisite meanings,I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending with fieryvehemenceto excel each other in emotion;I do not think the performers know themselves—but now I think I begin to know them.
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