Piano by D.H. Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down to the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassinato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

From My Diary, July 1914 by Wilfred Owen

 Murmuring by myriads in the shimmering trees.
 Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees.
 Cheerily chirping in the early day.
 Singing of summer, scything through the hay.
 Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.
 Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.
 Of swimmers carving through the sparkling cold.
 Gleaming with wetness to the morning gold.
A mead
 Bordered about with warbling waterbrooks.
A maid
 Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.
The heat
 Throbbing between the upland and the peak.
Her heart
 Quivering with passion to my pressed cheek.
 Of floating flames across the mountain brow.
 Of stillness; and a sighing of the bough.
 Of leaflets in the gloom; soft petal-showers;
 Expanding with the starr'd nocturnal flowers.

The Sorrow of Love by William Butler Yeats

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,  
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,  
And all that famous harmony of leaves,  
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,  
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships  
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,  
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,  
And all that lamentation of the leaves,  
Could but compose man's image and his cry.