| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| Charles H. Sorley. 1895–1915 |
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| 173. To Germany |
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| 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, | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| When it is peace, then we may view again | |
| With new-won eyes each other's truer form | 10 |
| 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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