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you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart,
 * The substance of my dreams took fire.

You built cathedrals in my heart,
 * And lit my pinnacled desire.

You were the ardour and the bright
 * Procession of my thoughts toward prayer.

You were the wrath of storm, the light
 * On distant citadels aflare.

Great names, I cannot find you now
 * In these loud years of youth that strives

Through doom toward peace: upon my brow
 * I wear a wreath of banished lives.

You have no part with lads who fought
 * And laughed and suffered at my side.

Your fugues and symphonies have brought
 * No memory of my friends who died.