Charles Hamilton Sorley
Charles Hamilton Sorley Poems
- When You See Millions Of The M...
- To Germany You are blind like us. Your hurt no man ...
- The Song Of The Ungirt Runners We swing ungirded hips, And ...
- All The Hills And Vales Along All the hills and vales ...
- Such, Such Is Death Such, such is Death: no triumph: no ...
- Expectans Expectavi From morn to midnight, all day ...
- Saints Have Adored The Lofty S...
Charles Hamilton Sorley was a British poet of World War I.
Born in Aberdeen, Scotland, he was the son of William Ritchie Sorley. He was educated, like Siegfried Sassoon, at Marlborough College (1908–13). At Marlborough College Sorley's favourite pursuit was cross-country running in the rain, a theme evident in many of his pre-war poems, including "Rain" and "The Song of the Ungirt Runners". Before taking up a scholarship to study at University College, Oxford, Sorley spent a little more than six months in Germany, three months of which were at Schwerin studying the language and local culture. Then he enrolled at the University of Jena, and ... more »
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When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you'll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.
Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto,
"Yet many a better one has died before."
Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,
It is a spook. ...