To Music

In your strings is hid a music that no hand ever let fall,
In your soul is hid a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and tender as your frame,
Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow’s name.
…
By God, I will not fear,
I will learn you, I will play you, and the stars stand still to hear.
—Gerard Manley Hopkins