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Poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley


The Song of the Ungirt Runners


We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes.
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust
Nor witherward we fare,
But we run because we must
    Through the great, wide air.

The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
    'Neath the big, bare sky.

The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And scatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
    Through the broad, bright land.



Charles Hamilton Sorley


Charles Hamilton Sorley's other poems:
  1. There Is Such Change in All Those Fields
  2. East Kennet Church at Evening
  3. Le Revenant
  4. In Memoriam S. C. W., V.C.
  5. J. B.


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