“The wind—there’s nothing like it in the world,
Or even in a shadowy vale—
Gives, through turned wooden pipes,
Flutes and flageolet,
Which, when held correctly with tongue and teeth
Can be taken for the praiseworthy nightingale—
Quite wonderful sounds to hear.
One can safely wager
That the amiability of the gentle piper
And the bassoon’s deep roar
Goes beyond all reason.
The bass, in addition, murmurs. . . ."
—Translated from image