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?