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.