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By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is read more
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
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.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
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.
