I Know The Music

All sounds have been as music to my listening: Pacific lamentations of slow bells, The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening, Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells: Bugles that sadden all the evening air, And country bells clamouring their last appeals Before [the] music of the evening prayer; Bridges, sonorous under carriage wheels. Gurgle of sluicing surge through hollow rocks, The gluttonous lapping of the waves on weeds, Whisper of grass; the myriad-tinkling flocks, The warbling drawl of flutes and shepherds' reeds. The orchestral noises of October nights Blowing () symphonetic storms Of startled clarions () Drums, rumbling and rolling thunderous and () . Thrilling of throstles in the keen blue dawn, Bees fumbling and fuming over sainfoin-fields.