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All sounds have been as music to my listening: Pacific lamentations of slow bells, The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening, Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:
Bugles that sadden all the evening air, And country bells clamouring their last appeals Before [the] music of the evening prayer; Bridges, sonorous under carriage wheels.
Gurgle of sluicing surge through hollow rocks, The gluttonous lapping of the waves on weeds, Whisper of grass; the myriad-tinkling flocks, The warbling drawl of flutes and shepherds' reeds.
The orchestral noises of October nights Blowing ( ) symphonetic storms Of startled clarions ( ) Drums, rumbling and rolling thunderous and ( ).
Thrilling of throstles in the keen blue dawn, Bees fumbling and fuming over sainfoin-fields.
Wilfred Owen
Read poems about / on: october, music, autumn, snow
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