First was the World as one great Cymbal made, <br />Where Jarring Windes to infant Nature plaid. <br />All Musick was a solitary sound, <br />To hollow Rocks and murm'ring Fountains bound. <br /> <br />Jubal first made the wilder Notes agree; <br />And Jubal tun'd Musicks Jubilee: <br />He call'd the Ecchoes from their sullen Cell, <br />And built the Organs City where they dwell. <br /> <br />Each sought a consort in that lovely place; <br />And Virgin Trebles wed the manly Base. <br />From whence the Progeny of numbers new <br />Into harmonious Colonies withdrew. <br /> <br />Some to the Lute, some to the Viol went, <br />And others chose the Cornet eloquent. <br />These practising the Wind, and those the Wire, <br />To sing Mens Triumphs, or in Heavens quire. <br /> <br />Then Musick, the Mosaique of the Air, <br />Did of all these a Solemn noise prepare: <br />With which She gain'd the Empire of the Ear, <br />Including all between the Earth and Sphear. <br /> <br />Victorious Sounds. yet here your Homage do <br />Unto a gentler Conqueror then you; <br />Who though He flies the Musick of his praise, <br />Would with you Heavens Hallelujahs raise.<br /><br />Andrew Marvell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musicks-empire/
