A Mystic As Soldier

 I lived my days apart, 
Dreaming fair songs for God; 
By the glory in my heart 
Covered and crowned and shod.
 

Now God is in the strife,
And I must seek Him there, 
Where death outnumbers life, 
And fury smites the air.
 

I walk the secret way 
With anger in my brain.

O music through my clay, 
When will you sound again?

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