Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли)
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If I have suffered pain It is because I would. I willed it. 'Tis no good To murmur or complain. I have not served the law That keeps the earth so fair And gives her clothes to wear, Raiment of joy and awe. For all, that bow to bless That law, shall sure abide. But man shall not abide, And hence his gloriousness. Lo, evening earth doth lie All-beauteous and all peace. Man only does not cease From striving and from cry. Sun sets in peace: and soon The moon will shower her peace. O law-abiding moon, You hold your peace in fee! Man, leastways, will not be Down-bounden to these laws. Man's spirit sees no cause To serve such laws as these. There yet are many seas For man to wander in. He yet must find out sin, If aught of pleasance there Remain for him to store, His rovings to increase, In quest of many a shore Forbidden still to fare. Peace sleeps the earth upon, And sweet peace on the hill. The waves that whimper still At their long law-serving (O flowing sad complaint!) Come on and are back drawn. Man only owns no king, Man only is not faint. You see, the earth is bound. You see, the man is free. For glorious liberty He suffers and would die. Grudge not then suffering Or chastisemental cry. O let his pain abound, Earth's truant and earth's king!
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