Marlborough and other poems/Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship

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1991618Marlborough and other poems — Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship1919Charles Hamilton Sorley

XXVII

WHOM THEREFORE WE IGNORANTLY WORSHIP

These things are silent. Though it may be told
Of luminous deeds that lighten land and sea,
Strong sounding actions with broad minstrelsy
Of praise, strange hazards and adventures bold,
We hold to the old things that grow not old:
Blind, patient, hungry, hopeless (without fee
Of all our hunger and unhope are we),
To the first ultimate instinct, to God we hold.


They flicker, glitter, flicker. But we bide,
We, the blind weavers of an intense fate,
Asking but this—that we may be denied:
Desiring only desire insatiate,
Unheard, unnamed, unnoticed, crucified
To our unutterable faith, we wait.


September 1914