We have not heard the music of the spheres,
The song of star to star, but there are sounds
More deep than human joy and 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.
These are the voices of earth's secret soul,
Uttering the mystery from which she came.
To him who hears them grief beyond control,
Or joy inscrutable without a name,
Wakes in his heart thoughts bedded there, impearled,
Before the birth and making of the world.
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Comments1Wow! This poem really drew me in. I love the vivid imagery it brings to mind - the sounds of nature and the feeling of connection to the natural world. It evokes deep emotions and seems to tease out thoughts that feel older than time itself. It's a powerful piece that makes you stop and think. This will stay with me for a while. I should probably get back to finishing my homework now.