1 Dispersed are we, the music wailed.
2 For I hear music, they were saying.
3 The music chanted: Dispersed are we.
4 Then the music petered out on the last word we.
5 Exiled from its festival, the music turned ironical.
6 Dispersed are we, the music wailed; dispersed are we.
7 Round and round they whirled, intoxicated by the music.
8 They had left the greenhouse door open, and now music came through it.
9 And then, as they raised themselves and turned about, the music modulated.
10 Yes, they barred the music, and massed and hoarded; and prevented what was fluid from overflowing.
11 They were not too regular; but regular enough to suggest columns in a church; in a church without a roof; in an open-air cathedral, a place where swallows darting seemed, by the regularity of the trees, to make a pattern, dancing, like the Russians, only not to music, but to the unheard rhythm of their own wild hearts.