Music (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.