To Germany
Charles Sorley, (1895-1915)
  • Killed by a sniper during the Battle of Loos,
  • October the 13th, 1915
  • Written in 1914

  • You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
  • And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
  • But gropers both through fields of thought confined
  • We stumble and we do not understand.
  • You only saw your future bigly planned,
  • And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
  • And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
  • And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.
  • When it is peace, then we may view again
  • With new-won eyes each other's truer form
  • And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm
  • We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
  • When it is peace. But until peace, the storm
  • The darkness and the thunder and the rain.
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