Rooks
Charles Sorley
1895 to 1915
Track 1
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There, where the rusty iron lies,
The rooks are all the day.
Perhaps no man, until he dies,
understand them, what they say.
The evening makes the like clay.
The slow wind waits for night to rise.
The world is half-content. But they
Still trouble all trees with cries,
That know, and cannot put away,
yearning to the soul that flies
From day to night, from night to day.