Charles Hamilton Sorley

(19 May 1895 – 13 October 1915 / Aberdeen, Scotland)

Poems of Charles Hamilton Sorley

1. A Letter From the Trenches to a School Friend 4/16/2010
2. All the Hills and Vales Along 1/3/2003
3. Barbury Camp 1/3/2003
4. Expectans Expectavi 1/3/2003
5. Rooks 1/3/2003
6. Route March 5/9/2003
7. Saints Have Adored the Lofty Soul of You 1/3/2003
8. Such, Such Is Death 1/3/2003
9. The Song of the Ungirt Runners 1/3/2003
10. To Germany 1/3/2003
11. Two Sonnets 1/1/2004
12. When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead 1/3/2003

Barbury Camp

We burrowed night and day with tools of lead,
Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ring
And hurled the earth above. And Caesar said,
"Why, it is excellent. I like the thing."
We, who are dead,
Made it, and wrought, and Caesar liked the thing.

And here we strove, and here we felt each vein
Ice-bound, each limb fast-frozen, all night long.

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