That writhed like a serpent
And did all its worst
To crush all one’s senses
Of tune, from the first.
The music roared on
An inferno of sound,
That’s heard by a few
Very far underground,—
In a place that’s not quoted
Far under the ground.
That writhed like a serpent
And did all its worst
To crush all one’s senses
Of tune, from the first.
The music roared on
An inferno of sound,
That’s heard by a few
Very far underground,—
In a place that’s not quoted
Far under the ground.