“She drank the rest of the tea, still reeling from Whitman's words. Then the harp began to play---lustily, with stirring effect, seeming to fancy itself an entire symphony---"Ode to Joy.” Magical RealismWalt WhitmanSong Of MyselfErotic PoemOde To JoyHarp Music Book:The Apothecary's Garden Source: The Apothecary's Garden