I had no longer any fear of these magic-makers.

They were kindly wizards, who had brought me into fairyland.
Then slowly from the silence there distilled drops of music.

They came like water falling a long way into a cup, each the essential quality of pure sound.

We, with our elaborate harmonies, have forgotten the charm of single notes.

The African natives know it, and I remember a learned man once telling me that the Greeks had the same art.