How tuneful is the voice of sea,
What true accord in ocean’s murmur,
And in the reed’s light, rhythmic tremour
What tender musicality!
In nature all is harmony,
A consonance fore’er agreed on,
And ’tis alone our phantom freedom
That is disturbingly off-key.
Whence comes this breach? How to explain
Why with the sea its song sonorous
The soul declines to sing in chorus?
Why does the thinking reed complain?
(Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev)
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