)
I hear the violoncello, ('tis the young man's heart's complaint,)
I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in my ears,
It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast.
I hear the violoncello, ('tis the young man's heart's complaint,)
I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in my ears,
It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast.
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass
