Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

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.

A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more

A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, read more

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, 'The empty vessel makes the greatest 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.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.