Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

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.

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!

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

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.

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds,
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's read more

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds,
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.