John Keats on Music

“The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.”

“Ere music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.”

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.”

therefore melodies unheard