 | Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) |  |
[21. Music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning—yet long untaught I did not hear]
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 base, shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,
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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.
| Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | |