That Music Always Round MeThat music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet longuntaught I did not hear,But now the chorus I hear and am elated,A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes ofdaybreak 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 andviolins, all these I fill myself with,I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisitemeanings,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 thinkbegin to know them.
That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet longuntaught I did not hear,But now the chorus I hear and am elated,A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes ofdaybreak 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 andviolins, all these I fill myself with,I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisitemeanings,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 thinkbegin to know them.