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I have not brought my Odyssey	A
With me here across the sea	A
But you'll remember when I say	B
How when they went down Sparta way	B
To sandy Sparta long ere dawn	C
Horses were harnessed rations drawn	C
Equipment polished sparkling bright	D
And breakfasts swallowed as the white	D
Of eastern heavens turned to gold	E
The dogs barked swift farewells were told	E
The sun springs up the horses neigh	F
Crackles the whip thrice then away	B
From sun go up to sun go down	G
All day across the sandy down	G
The gallant horses galloped till	H
The wind across the downs more chill	H
Blew the sun sank and all the road	I
Was darkened that it only showed	I
Right at the end the town's red light	D
And twilight glimmering into night	D
	-
The horses never slackened till	H
They reached the doorway and stood still	H
Then came the knock the unlading then	J
The honey sweet converse of men	J
The splendid bath the change of dress	K
Then oh the grandeur of their Mess	K
The henchmen the prim stewardess	L
And oh the breaking of old ground	M
The tales after the port went round	M
The wondrous wiles of old Odysseus	L
Old Agamemnon and his misuse	N
Of his command and that young chit	O
Paris who didn't care a bit	O
For Helen only to annoy her	P
He did it really K T A	Q
But soon they led amidst the din	R
The honey sweet in	R
Whose eyes were blind whose soul had sight	D
Who knew the fame of men in fight	D
Bard of white hair and trembling foot	S
Who sang whatever God might put	S
Into his heart	T
And there he sung	U
Those war worn veterans among	U
Tales of great war and strong hearts wrung	U
Of clash of arms of council's brawl	V
Of beauty that must early fall	V
Of battle hate and battle joy	W
By the old windy walls of Troy	W
They felt that they were unreal then	J
Visions and shadow forms not men	J
But those the Bard did sing and say	B
Some were their comrades some were they	B
Took shape and loomed and strengthened more	X
Greatly than they had guessed of yore	X
And now the fight begins again	J
The old war joy the old war pain	Y
Sons of one school across the sea	A
We have no fear to fight	D
	-
And soon oh soon I do not doubt it	O
With the body or without it	O
We shall all come tumbling down	G
To our old wrinkled red capped town	G
Perhaps the road up llsley way	B
The old ridge track will be my way	B
High up among the sheep and sky	Z
Look down on Wantage passing by	Z
And see the smoke from Swindon town	G
And then full left at Liddington	G
Where the four winds of heaven meet	A2
The earth blest traveller to greet	A2
And then my face is toward the south	B2
There is a singing on my mouth	B2
Away to rightward I descry	X
My Barbury ensconced in sky	Z
Far underneath the Ogbourne twins	C2
And at my feet the thyme and whins	C2
The grasses with their little crowns	C2
Of gold the lovely Aldbourne downs	C2
And that old signpost well I knew	G
That crazy signpost arms askew	G
Old mother of the four grass ways	C2
And then my mouth is dumb with praise	C2
For past the wood and chalkpit tiny	G
A glimpse of Marlborough	F
So I descend beneath the rail	D2
To warmth and welcome and wassail	D2
	-
This from the battered trenches rough	F
Jingling and tedious enough	F
And so I sign myself to you	G
One who some crooked pathways knew	G
Round Bedwyn who could scarcely leave	F
The Downs on a December eve	F
Was at his happiest in shorts	C2
And got not many good reports	C2
Small skill of rhyming in his hand	E2
But you'll forgive you'll understand	E2

Charles Hamilton Sorley

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