Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

A Mystic As Soldier - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

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?


Comments about A Mystic As Soldier by Siegfried Sassoon

  • Bronze Star - 2,929 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/20/2012 5:03:00 AM)

    Exquisite, deeply profound and very human. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,564 Points john tiong chunghoo (7/2/2006 7:23:00 AM)

    love the music through my clay bit. lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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