Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.
Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
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