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?

by Siegfried Sassoon

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I'm not sure I get this one...but it sounds like she's hoping her love won't rise from the grave because she doesn't want to deal with zombie drama.