I know The Music (unfinished)

All sounds have been as music to my listening:

Pacific lamentations of slow bells,

The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,

Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:

Bugles that sadden all the evening air,

And country bells clamouring their last appeals

Before [the] music of the evening prayer;

Bridges, sonorous under carriage wheels.

Gurgle of sluicing surge through hollow rocks,

The gluttonous lapping of the waves on weeds,

Whisper of grass; the myriad-tinkling flocks,

The warbling drawl of flutes and shepherds' reeds.

The orchestral noises of October nights

Blowing ( ) symphonetic storms

Of startled clarions ( )

Drums, rumbling and rolling thunderous and ( ).

Thrilling of throstles in the keen blue dawn,

Bees fumbling and fuming over sainfoin-fields.