Poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley

Expectans Expectavi

From morn to midnight, all day through,
I laugh and play as others do,
I sin and chatter, just the same
As others with a different name.

And all year long upon the stage
I dance and tumble and do rage
So vehemently, I scarcely see
The inner and eternal me.

I have a temple I do not
Visit, a heart I have forgot,
A self that I have never met,
A secret shrine -- and yet, and yet

This sanctuary of my soul
Unwitting I keep white and whole,
Unlatched and lit, if Thou should'st care
To enter or to tarry there.

1. A Hundred Thousand Million Mites We Go
2. Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship
3. Richard Jefferies
4. Rooks (There is such cry in all these birds)
5. If I Have Suffered Pain

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