Music vibrates in the memory
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory.
Listening creates holy silence.
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory.
The secret strength of things,
Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome
Of heaven is a law, inhabits thee!
And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea,
If to the human mind's imaginings
Silence and solitude were vacancy?