1NOW I make a leaf of Voices—for I have found noth- ing mightier than they are,And I have found that no word spoken, but is beau- tiful, in its place.2O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?3Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow, as the waters follow the moon, silently, with fluid steps, any where around the globe.4Now I believe that all waits for the right voices;Where is the practised and perfect organ? Where is the developed Soul?For I see every word uttered thence has deeper, sweeter, new sounds, impossible on less terms.5I see brains and lips closed—I see tympans and tem- ples unstruck,Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose,Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering, forever ready, in all words.