| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 80. Expectans Expectavi |
| | | By Charles Hamilton Sorley |
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| FROM morn to midnight, all day through, | |
| I laugh and play as others do, | |
| I sin and chatter, just the same | |
| As others with a different name. | |
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| And all year long upon the stage, | 5 |
| I dance and tumble and do rage | |
| So vehemently, I scarcely see | |
| The inner and eternal me. | |
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| I have a temple I do not | |
| Visit, a heart I have forgot, | 10 |
| A self that I have never met, | |
| A secret shrine—and yet, and yet | |
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| This sanctuary of my soul | |
| Unwitting I keep white and whole, | |
| Unlatched and lit, if Thou should’st care | 15 |
| To enter or to tarry there. | |
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| With parted lips and outstretched hands | |
| And listening ears Thy servant stands, | |
| Call Thou early, call Thou late, | |
To Thy great service dedicate.
May, 1915 | 20 |
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