Answer:
Wordsworth
was on his way when he heard the 'melancholic strain' of the solitary reaper,
which totally mesmerised him. He was awestruck even though the song was a sad
one and he could not understand the language in which the girl was singing.
This is what music does. It doesn't know boundaries. It affects all and
the source of the sound doesn't matters. In the deserts, the nightingale's song
welcomes the tired travellers. In spring time, the cuckoo bird breaks the
silence of the seas.
Music is above the barriers of language and tones. It affects us and
enchants us.
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