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When his veering gait
And every motion of his starry train
Seem governed by a strain
Of music, audible to him alone.

The Triad
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Music is the universal language of mankind... poetry their universal pastime and delight.
There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dew on the still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentler on the spirit lies
Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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