I have been urged by earnest violins <br />And drunk their mellow sorrows to the slake <br />Of all my sorrows and my thirsting sins. <br />My heart has beaten for a brave drum's sake. <br />Huge chords have wrought me mighty: I have hurled <br />Thuds of gods' thunder. And with old winds pondered <br />Over the curse of this chaotic world,- <br />With low lost winds that maundered as they wandered. <br /> <br />I have been gay with trivial fifes that laugh; <br />And songs more sweet than possible things are sweet; <br />And gongs, and oboes. Yet I guessed not half <br />Life's symphony till I had made hearts beat, <br />And touched Love's body into trembling cries, <br />And blown my love's lips into laughs and sighs.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-9/
