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