But Then It Passed

Schubert: Symphony No. 8 (unfinished)

O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about
the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic:
a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person or a cow. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken, and in the end one grew old and looked cunning, or wise, and still
one knew nothing perhaps,
was still waiting and listening.
--Hermann Hesse
Narcissus and Goldmund

Schubert: Serenade (Vladimir Horowitz)