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Poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley


Brand


Thou trod'st the shifting sand path where man's race is.
The print of thy soft sandals is still clear.
I too have trodden it those prints a-near,
But the sea washes out my tired foot-traces.
And all that thou hast healed and holpen here
I yearned to heal and help and wipe the tear
Away. But still I trod unpeopled spaces.
I had no twelve to follow my pure paces.
For I had thy misgivings and thy fear,
Thy crown of scorn, thy suffering's sharp spear,
Thy hopes, thy longingsonly not thy dear
Love (for my crying love would no man hear),
Thy will to love, but not thy love's sweet graces,
That deep firm foothold which no sea erases.
I think that thou wast I in bygone places
In an intense eliminated year.
Now born again in days that are more drear
I wander unfulfilled: and see strange faces.



Charles Hamilton Sorley


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


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