Figure C18 ACOUSTIC
Descend to utter dark, where we can see
Nothing but black, yet feel the open air.
A future time where fire’s energy
Has used up all its fuel, but Nature fair
Repays the want with SOUND. Now, listen, where
The forest murmurs dimly, hear the poise
And grace of soaring birds, the music rare
That moonlight jingles from the waves its toys,
And warm your hands before a brazier of noise.