Perhaps others too may be interested in the context of "Look Homeward, Angel", where this phrase appears, thus I copy it here:
"By Spring, he was reading Euripides with some confidence. But that which remained most vividly, later, in the drowning years which cover away so much of beauty, was the vast sea-surge of Homer which beat in his brain, his blood, his pulses ...
Dwaney de clangay genett, argereoyo beeoyo - above the whistle's shriek, the harsh scream of the wheel, the riveter's tattoo, the vast long music endures, and ever shall. What dissonance can quench it? What jangling violence can disturb or conquer it - entombed in our flesh when we were young, remembered like 'the apple tree, the singing, and the gold'?"