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 should I say I see the things I see not? Why be and be not? Show love for that I love not, and fear for what I fear not? And dance about to music that I hear not? Who standeth still i' the street Shall be hustled and justled about; And he that stops i' the dance shall be spurned by the dancers' feet,— Shall be shoved and be twisted by all he shall meet, And shall raise up an outcry and rout; And the partner, too,— What 's the partner to do? While all the while 'tis but, perchance, an humming in mine ear, That yet anon shall hear, And I anon, the music in my soul, In a moment read the whole; The music in my heart, Joyously take my part, And hand in hand, and heart with heart, with these retreat, advance; And borne on wings of wavy sound, Whirl with these around, around, Who here are living in the living dance Why forfeit that fair chance? Till that arrive, till thou awake, Of these, my soul, thy music make, And keep amid the throng, And turn as they shall turn, and bound as they are bounding,— Alas! alas! alas! and what if all along The music is not sounding?