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 Day-Break 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.