THE VOICE OF NATURE

„ When we listen  to the sublime  and mournful sonatas of Beethoven, when we listen to the tenders melodies of Bellini, we fall into a trance; the brain burns  and swells; its doors fly open;  the mind sweeps forth into an unknow world where all is dim , dusky, unutterably  vast;  gigantic ideas pass before us;  we attempt to seize them, to make them our own, but they vanish like shadow in our arms.  And then, as the music become soft and low, the mind retourns an nestles to the heart; the  senses  are steeped in languor;  the eyes fill with tears;  the memories of the pasts take form;  and avolupouos sadness permeates the soul, sweet as the sorrow of romantic  youth when the real bitterness of life was yet unknown.“

                                                               Winwood Reade