Walt Whitman

Here you will find the Poem That Music Always Round Me of poet Walt Whitman

That Music Always Round Me

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.