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-all
these I
fill 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 fiery
vehemence
to excel each other in emotion;
I do not think the performers know themselves-but now I think I begin to know them.
(Walt Whitman)
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