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Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли)


Rooks (There where the rusty iron lies)


There where the rusty iron lies,
     The rooks are cawing all the day.
Perhaps no man, until he dies,
     Will understand them, what they say.

The evening makes the sky like clay.
     The slow wind waits for night to rise.
The world is half content. But they

Still trouble all the trees with cries,
     That know, and cannot put away,
The yearning to the soul that flies
     From day to night, from night to day. 

21 June 1913

Charles Hamilton Sorley's other poems:
  1. There Is Such Change in All Those Fields
  2. East Kennet Church at Evening
  3. A Tale of Two Careers
  4. To Poets
  5. Le Revenant


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