English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Lost. Чарльз Сорли.

Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли)

Lost

Across my past imaginings
⁠     Has dropped a blindness silent and slow.
My eye is bent on other things
⁠     Than those it once did see and know.

I may not think on those dear lands
⁠     (O far away and long ago!)
Where the old battered signpost stands
⁠     And silently the four roads go

East, west, south and north,
⁠     And the cold winter winds do blow.
And what the evening will bring forth
⁠     Is not for me nor you to know. 

December 1914

Charles Hamilton Sorley’s other poems:

1. The Seekers
2. To Poets
3. Return
4. Richard Jefferies
5. J. B.

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lost (“You left me with the autumn time”)

Andrew Paterson (Эндрю Патерсон) Lost (“”He ought to be home,” said the old man, ”without there’s something amiss”)

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