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Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, read more
What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.
To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
I hear a sound so fine there's nothing lives
'Twixt it and silence.
I hear a sound so fine there's nothing lives
'Twixt it and silence.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
