“The Introductory chords dissolve the dream which the music has evoked, and we are back once more in the world of reality.”

— Walter Raymond Spalding

On the Coda of the Midsummer Night's Dream Overture, page 187 https://books.google.com/books?id=pQARAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA187.
Music: An Art and a Language (1920), Schumann and Mendelssohn (Ch. XIII)

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American music pedagogue and author 1865–1962

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