Charles Hamilton Sorley
Charles Hamilton Sorley Poems
|2.||A Letter From The Trenches To A School Friend||4/16/2010|
|6.||Saints Have Adored The Lofty Soul Of You||1/3/2003|
|8.||Such, Such Is Death||1/3/2003|
|9.||All The Hills And Vales Along||1/3/2003|
|10.||The Song Of The Ungirt Runners||1/3/2003|
|12.||When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead||1/3/2003|
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. ...