<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head"><em>Expectans Expectavi</em></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">From</span> morn to midnight, all day through,</p><p class="line">I laugh and play as others do,</p><p class="line">I sin and chatter, just the same</p><p class="line">As others with a different name.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And all year long upon the stage,</p><p class="line">I dance and tumble and do rage</p><p class="line">So vehemently, I scarcely see</p><p class="line">The inner and eternal me.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I have a temple I do not</p><p class="line">Visit, a heart I have forgot,</p><p class="line">A self that I have never met,</p><p class="line">A secret shrine -- and yet, and yet</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">This sanctuary of my soul</p><p class="line">Unwitting I keep white and whole,</p><p class="line">Unlatched and lit, if Thou should'st care</p><p class="line">To enter or to tarry there.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">With parted lips and outstretched hands</p><p class="line">And listening ears Thy servant stands,</p><p class="line">Call Thou early, call Thou late,</p><p class="line">To Thy great service dedicate.</p></div><p class="byline">Charles Hamilton Sorley</p><p> May, 1915 </p></body></html> · Great War