Century Magazine/Volume 48/Issue 2/Visible Sound

I human voice may on the plastic disk Breathe into being forms of beauty rare, And we may see the voices that we love Take shape and color, infinitely fair,

May not the lofty mountains and the hills Be voice of God; his song, the gentle flowers; His chant, the stars’ procession, and alas! His only sigh, these human hearts of ours?