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George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953).  A Treasury of War Poetry.  1917.
 
127. Two Sonnets
 
By Charles Hamilton Sorley
 
 
I
SAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you.
Poets have whitened at your high renown.
We stand among the many millions who
Do hourly wait to pass your pathway down.
You, so familiar, once were strange: we tried        5
To live as of your presence unaware.
But now in every road on every side
We see your straight and steadfast signpost there.
 
I think it like that signpost in my land
Hoary and tall, which pointed me to go        10
Upward, into the hills, on the right hand,
Where the mists swim and the winds shriek and blow,
A homeless land and friendless, but a land
I did not know and that I wished to know.
 
II
Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat:
        15
Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean,
A merciful putting away of what has been.
 
And this we know: Death is not Life effete,
Life crushed, the broken pail. We who have seen
So marvellous things know well the end not yet.        20
 
Victor and vanquished are a-one in death:
Coward and brave: friend, foe. Ghosts do not say,
“Come, what was your record when you drew breath?”
But a big blot has hid each yesterday
So poor, so manifestly incomplete.        25
And your bright Promise, withered long and sped,
Is touched, stirs, rises, opens and grows sweet
And blossoms and is you, when you are dead.
  June 12, 1915
 

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