Harmonica

Harmonica

Synopsis

O! the one Life within us and abroad,
Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,
A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,
Rhythm is all thought, and joyance everywhere –
 
Methinks, it should have been impossible
Not to love all things in a world so fill'd;
Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air
is Music slumbering on her instrument.

And what if all animated nature
Be but organic Harps diversely fram'd
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of Each, and Good of all?

S.T. Coleridge, The Eolian Harp