Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли)
Deus Loquitur
That's what I am: a thing of no desire, With no path to discover and no plea To offer up, so be my altar fire May burn before the hearth continuously, To be For wayward men a steadfast light to see. They know me in the morning of their days, But ere noontide forsake me, to discern New lore and hear new riddles. But moonrays Bring them back footsore, humble, bent, a-burn To turn And warm them by my fire which they did spurn. They flock together like tired birds. "We sought Full many stars in many skies to see, But ever knowledge disappointment brought. Thy light alone, Lord, burneth steadfastly." Ah me! Then it is I who fain would wayward be.
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