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