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chapter-248		chapter-248			.txt	text/plain	141	6	60	Italian Music in Dakota [The Seventeenth--the finest Regimental Band I ever heard.] Through the soft evening air enwinding all, Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds, In dulcet streams, in flutes and cornets notes, Electric, pensive, turbulent, artificial, (Yet strangely fitting even here, meanings unknown before, Subtler than ever, more harmony, as if born here, related here, Not to the citys frescod rooms, not to the audience of the opera house, Sounds, echoes, wandering strains, as really here at home, Sonnambulas innocent love, trios with Normas anguish, And thy ecstatic chorus Poliuto;) Rayd in the limpid yellow slanting sundown, Music, Italian music in Dakota. While Nature, sovereign of this gnarld realm, Lurking in hidden barbaric grim recesses, Acknowledging rapport however far removd, (As some old root or soil of earth its last-born flower or fruit,) Listens well pleasd.	./cache/chapter-248.txt	./txt/chapter-248.txt