Feeling his way he went. The curtained air
Sighed into sound above his head, as though
Stringed instruments and horns were riding there.
It passed and at its passing stirred his hair.
He stood intent to hear. He heard again
And checked his breath half-drawn, as if with pain.
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That music could have crumbled proud belief
With doubt, or in the bosom of the sage
Madden the heart that had outmastered grief,