Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.
I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, I catch thy notes,
Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
Now low, subdued - now in the distance lost.
- the opening lines of The Mystic Trumpeter by Walt Whitman
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