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Show Nature's Music. We have not heard the music of the spheres, The song of star to star; but there-are there-are sounds More deep than human joy or human tears, That nature uses in her common rounds; The fall of streams, the cry of winds that strain The oak, the roaring of the sea's surge, might Of thunder breaking afar off, or rain That falls by minutes in the summer night. Uttering the mystery from which she came To him who hears them brief beyond control. Or joy inscrutable without a name Wrakes in his heart thoughts buried there, impearled Before the birth and making of the world. Archibald Lampman. in Scribner's. I |