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But what is music to the heart?
A trouble, a vicissitude,
A dream no cadence will conclude.
In it the surging sounds of Art

Stay ever unresolved. They are
Beginning only, origin,
Inchoate symphony within
A symphony of sky and star.

There is no answer, thus and thus,
That present players can impart
To the long-listening, searching heart;
But answers multitudinous.

The avid sage, The Audience,
Is wrapped in his own silence dim.
The mind, the soul, the heart in him
Observe the circling consonance

Of chords. These grow more intricate
Each time they are resumed, and still
One chosen theme the tones fulfill,
One motion they delineate.

So God reveals Himself to me.
I am His audience; I hear
With mind and soul and heart His clear
Progressive theme perpetually.

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