"A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become.

In the nightmare of the darkAll the dogs of Europe bark,And the living nations wait,Each sequestered in its hate;Intellectual disgraceStares from every human face,And the seas of pity lieLocked and frozen in each eye.
In the nightmare of the darkAll the dogs of Europe bark,And the living nations wait,Each sequestered...
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