They constituted a guild, an almost monastic order in the midst of our clattering time; to them, awaredly rejecting life’s workaday round, nothing in the whole universe was more significant than the note – delicate, yet surviving the booming of the age – emitted when rhyme joining rhyme created the indescribable stir, softer than the sound of a leaf falling in the wind, that vibrates to the most distant soul.
