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Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast

Of bisons the far prairie shaking,

The notes crowd heavily and fast

As surfs, one plunging while the last

Draws seaward from its foamy breaking.

Or in low murmurs they began,

Rising and rising momently,

As o'er a harp Æolian

A fitful breeze, until they ran

Up to a sudden ecstasy.

And then, like minute-drops of rain

Ringing in water silvery,

They lingering dropped and dropped again,

Till it was almost like a pain

To listen when the next would be.