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I make a leaf of Voices—for I have found noth-
 * ing mightier than they are,

And I have found that no word spoken, but is beau-
 * tiful, in its place.

O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at
 * voices?

Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him
 * or her I shall follow, as the waters follow the
 * moon, silently, with fluid steps, any where around
 * the globe.

Now I believe that all waits for the right voices; Where is the practised and perfect organ? Where is
 * the developed Soul?

For I see every word uttered thence has deeper,
 * sweeter, new sounds, impossible on less terms.

I see brains and lips closed—I see tympans and tem-
 * ples unstruck,

Until that comes which has the quality to strike and
 * to unclose,

Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth
 * what lies slumbering, forever ready, in all words.