The poem
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quell; Glory exulting over pain, And beauty, garlanded in hell.
My dreaming spirit will not heed The roar of guns that would destroy My life that on the gloom can read Proud-surging melodies of joy.
To the world's end I went, and found Death in his carnival of glare; But in my torment I was crowned, And music dawned above despair.