That Music Always Round Me.

Part of the cluster WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH.

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 daybreak I hear, A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense
waves, A transparent base 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, contend-
ing 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.

Part of the cluster WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH.