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The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
