Poem: That Music Always Round Me

That Music Always Round Me by Walt Whitman

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 note of daybreak I hear,
A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops
     of immense waves,
A transparent bass 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 I begin to know them.

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