Why then a heart so faint and weary
If there is naught to cause it anguish?
How can I know?... I dare not ask him ...
See how his brows are frowning ever—
Who knows the trouble of the soldier?
II. In Church
Sad and quiet is the House of God,
Stillness holds all and is held there.
Only the old priest reads prayers from a book;
A lonely candle is dying fast.