The most
poetic instrument
of them all
there—in the whole
of the impossibly gleaming
gold orchestra hall
has actually
got to be—those hopeless-
ly clunky
gargantuan round
and
bronze-ugly tympani!
Nothing else in sight
they could play
quite makes an emphatic
racket like that;
and nothing more delightful
I could
possibly write—
would ever come across so uncouthly
illimitable—
and matter of fact!
