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Poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley
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 longings—only 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
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