The Ninth Symphony

I heard the golden chiming of the spheres
As harmonized within some crystal dream:
A falling musical, as down their stream
Of old eternal tides the centuried years
Fled rhythmic; and as by enchantment hears
The spell-charmed mystic all the rites supreme
That turn the worlds, thus also did I seem
To find the chants of heaven in mine ears!
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