Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 9. That Music Always Round Me

That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long
      untaught I did not hear,
But now the chorus I hear and am elated,
A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of
      daybreak I hear,
A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,
A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,
The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and
      violins, all these I fill myself with,
I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite
      meanings,
I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,
      contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
I do not think the performers know themselves—but now I think
      begin to know them.

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