Breathing Space: GAME!

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"MUSIC"

Let me go wher'er I will

I hear a sky-born music still:

It sounds from all things old,

It sounds from all things young;

From all that's fair, from all that's foul,

Peals out in a cheerful song.

It is not only in the rose,

It is not only in the bird,

Not only where the rainbow glows,

Nor in the song of women heard,

But in the darkest, meanest things

There always, always something sings.

'Tis not in the high stars alone,

Nor in the cups of budding flowers,

Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone,

Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,

But in the mud and scum of things,

There always, always,

something sings.

--Emerson

Breathing Space