Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли)

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.

Charles Hamilton Sorley’s other poems:

  1. J. B.
  2. The Seekers
  3. To Poets
  4. Return
  5. Richard Jefferies

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