Reproof to One Who Has No Ear

  L . I SEE small difference
'Tween one sound and its next. All seem a-kin,
And run on the same feet, ever.
  I . Peace! Thou want'st
One heavenly sense, and speak'st in ignorance.
Seest thou no differing shadows, which divide
The rose and poppy 'Tis the same with sounds.
There's not a minute in the round of time,
But's hinged with different music. In that small space,
Between the thought and its swift utterance,—
Ere silence buds to sound,—the angels listening
Hear infinite varieties of song!
And they who turn the lightning-rapid spheres,
Have flown an evening's journey!
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