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Wilfred Owen - Music
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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.
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