Remembered Music

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Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast  Of bisons the far prairie shaking,

The notes crowd heavily and

As surfs, one plunging while the last  Draws seaward from its foamy breaking.

Or in low murmurs they began,  Rising and rising momently,

As o'er a harp

EolianA fitful breeze, until they ran  Up to a sudden ecstasy.

And then, like minute-drops of rain  Ringing in water silvery,

They lingering dropped and dropped again,

Till it was almost like a pain  To listen when the next would be.