Classic Poem

But Hark!
The heavenly Sphears turn round;
And Dryden wonders at th' amazing Sound:
With Joy he sees, with Rapture hears
What he so long had sought;
And listens to the Harmony,
In Extasy of Thought.
Then with a gen'rous Æmulation tries,
To explicate the tuneful Mysteries:
Marks how the Numbers gently rose,
And in celestial Diapazons close:
Where they turn, and when they rest:
And all the diff'rent Sounds revolves within his Breast.
Until he plainly hath descri'd
Where Harmony exalts her Seat,
And the melodious Beauty doth reside.