Sparrows sit. A grOSbeak
betrays itself, by that

peculiar squeak--ary EFFECT
of SLIGHTest tinkling

measures. Soundness
pleasing ... We hear!

Does it not
rather hear us?

When he hears the
telegraph, he thinks those bugs

have issued forth. The owl
touches the stops,

makes reverb
erations.

Gwalky. In verse, there is
no inherent music. Takes

a man to make a room
silent. lt takes to make a

room. lt IS A Young
A-ppetite; the appETITE for ...

Morning,
you hear

scream of great hawk. Body, she
lies being silence. It would be noblest

to sing with the wind; to hear a
neighbor singing ... Too-wee,

too-wee,
young birds from

a truck. In the meantime, opiate
so piercing. Ach, dey sing in earnest.

Seven now.
MUSIC was being born

again. Toads are still heard
at evening. Crickets echo in

an independent sound. Rhyme,
and tell his story and breathe

breathe. A shrill, loud
alarm, incessantly repeated.

Heroic, hovers from over the
pond, the clear, metallic

scream. They went off with a
schriller CRAIK. They go off

with a hoarser chuck.
Chuck. No air ...

Hear sharp screaming note
rending the air. This suggests

what perpetual flow
of spirits would produce

a thrumming beyond and through.
Everyone can call to mind instances ...

Mill. Trees. Creak.
We could not hear

the birds. Is the third note
confined to this season?

Little frogs begin to peep toward
sundown. Noonhorn is heard

echoing from shore
to shore of perch, with a loud

rippling rustle and
makes life seem serene.

Inexpressibly serene.
And grand. Apparently afraid,

with more vigor and promise,
bellslee uttering that sign-like

note, ver-warm and moist.
Not much of the toad, so cheaply

enriched for the listening of that
word, "sound".

The next town, and fire
openest all her senses, which

they do not remember. Each
recess OF THE WOODS, what

various, distinct sounds we heard
there in the woods. And echo

along the shore. More than a
round, a steady, breathing cricket-

like sound, unseen and unheard.
May it be such summer as it

seems into the woods. There
is inwardness even in mosquito

hum. Trees have been so
many empty music halls,

heard from the depth
of the woodnight.

A performer he never
sees two of them; is perhaps heard,
COMMUNicated, so disTINCtly through

the oar, to the air across the river
directly against his ear.
And he thinks companion, disguise.

Thus so the reddened day warblers. Harmonying
be as melt. lt is life within life, in concentric
spheres. They give no evidence they've

heard. HE attaches importance to the
actual world there, so there is something in the music.
She were child o'er the wind.

Oh, we can forego the advantages of cities,
close. There is a lower, hoarser, squiRMING,
SCREWing croak round me. Or it. lt may be in

the shutter and, beginning slowly, the beat
sounds faster and faster. lt is to the ear as
sharpest fifteenth. lt is as pal-pa-ble

as tHE NOTE HE HEard, a smart tche-day-day­
day. We heard close to our ears; I had heard
them further at first. And a kingfisher, with his

crack, – cr-r-rack. Thus the spaces of the
air are filled. For music, all Vienna cannot
serve them more. Seems to be singing

across the stream. Besides, sounds are more
distinctly heard in any place at all. For music
is a very good thrill. Such vibrating

music would thrill them to death-thoughting.
All these sounds dispose our minds to serenity
as we hear one warble. Men dance to it,

ring and vibrate, where there is an empty
chamber. underneath. our. dieser. lt dies
away as soon as uttered. Dies of awakened nature.

A full-been-half note at play.
She heard the forgotten sound
of rain more. lt does not sing
continuously but at intervals.

Is meant so. The catbird does not
make the corn-planting sounds.
Screech. The first peet-weet.
Myrtle-birds numerous.

A catbird seen. I heard and yielded
the point to him. Yielded.
Break …

Heard him cackling and tapping
far ahead, bob-y-lee,
twice as far at least.

Hear the note of phoebe. Note of
chickadee. Little music charms
more than this vibration of an
insect's wingin' ... Imitations and

echo were good. Sounds were liquid.
lt began to sound at one spot only.
Music soothes the din and lightens the heads
of all things in the yard. Remember bird.

Melody with day.
And sparrows finest melody
can be heard farther.

Are they whistlers?
Such sphere of soul in health.
Its vision is TRUE RANDS.

One will lose no music
not attending operas.
Hip-you, he-he-he-he. He hears the tones ...

dreaming sound, magic
dreaming sounds.
Snipes off with crazy flight.

They made a sound not by their wings.
The notes of these birds seem to invite forth vegetation.

They were equally poetic.
Murmer rises into song. lt is another landly hum
Is it not the same with man?

Sounds they should hear if they were
below it. Wind comes to wake up the trees. lt
sounds LIKE MOCKery to cheat us, but no sound
so brings round summer. He contemplates
God's voice; is but a clear bell sound. Slightest
tinkling in the horizon. Soundness.

Nature always possesses hum, booming, crowing,
barking. Open windows; hear the sounds. lt
is the cackle of pigeon; woodpecker by deep.
Cut. Hear the gnah, gnah. lt is a harp with one
string only. Hear the screams of hens and tumult
tune, tune for him-gold finch. They are distinct, more
shelly and general. Loves-wings make a whistling.
Hear low screwing or working, ventriloquial
sounds. Long crowing reminds them of cat.
Owl's hoo-hoo-oo in those waves of sound. They
will not trouble. Can be cheaply enriched.
Sonorousness in the morning. In the evening.
WHAT AN ELIXIR is this sound!

lt was the sound which vibrated this life, by
attending lectures and CAUCUSES. What
a coloring fair and intense life admits. Through
glass, simmering or seething of nature. Erected
in the river; it is there they can hear them. We
hear the sound of distant thunder, lone-laden
then crushed. Dry hum to WIND ON TWIGS.
Liquid splashing sound on rocks. Then off
with a sharP phe phe of waves. In a warm
apartment with call of conversation ... lt will
appear their existence is sound.

lt is kindred with the music of many creatures,
started up. A pack of quail, it may have been,
Went off with a whir like a shot. Plump. All
sound tends to produce the same music sound.
This is June, resounding hum of insects. There
is an interval between thrasher and thrushtalk
of the song, the thrasher interrupted. Strains
reach me through the trees. Music reminds
me, suggests ideas of human life.

He plays some well-known march. She hears
the weese wese ... Earth is alive and covered
with feelers, and cool. She hears her old owl.
Milkmen stood because of its harmony and
equanimity rounded into a partial concord
that may first be heard in the night. But not
yet. The air consents and his wedge will enter
easily. Our voices sound differently. The
warm air has thawed the music in his throat.
Perhaps this is the whip-poor-will's moon.
Hand-organs remind me of beasts. Art consists
in stirring from time to time. We are affected ...

by silence, seen threatening people. After
another, before you, on the water, interest
in the phenomena of soundlong in the
wilderness and the wild manwood ...
There is a wind and, ladies, we should know
it ... White man's voice in the street. Healthy
ear to some purpose, hear cattle lowin', the
street whistle, horses. Hear the music
distant, the insects, birds over the edge ...
With a jingling sound at the same time
on hills like from within, with a sharp
whistling whir ... this is the softer music.
Bare and bursting breeze causes leaves to
rustle. A pattering sound. A philosopher's
living is simple. Complex, a storm arises;
the verse. Shall WE NOT Add a tenth Muse
to the immortal nine?