WOOD NOTES WILD. 3 
“The songs of Nature never cease, 
Her players sue not for release. 
In nearer fields, on hills afar, 
Attendant her musicians are: 
From water brook or forest tree, 
For aye comes gentle melody, 
The very air is music blent — 
An universal instrument.” 
Even inanimate things have their music. Listen to 
the water dropping from a faucet into a bucket partially 
filled : — 
T have been delighted with the music of a door as it 
swung lazily on its hinges, giving out charming tones 
resembling those of a bugle in the distance, forming 
pleasing melodic strains, interwoven with graceful slides 
