To Germany
Charles Sorley
1895 to 1915
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When it is peace. But until peace, the storm
With new-won eyes each other's truer form
The darkness and the thunder and the rain.
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.
We stumble and we do not understand.
We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
You only saw your future bigly planned,
You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
When it is peace, then we may view again
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm
But gropers both through fields of thought confined