<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Great Sorrow</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Voice</span> of a great wind, of wild ocean surges,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Storming the gates of Heaven,</p><p class="line">The people of God singing under the scourges</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Wherewith they are healed and shriven.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">This is no sound, no wail of lamentation</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Such as of old was heard</p><p class="line">When Rachael cried to Heaven her desolation</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Until all Heaven was stirred.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The people sing, crushed in the wine-press ruddy,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Broken but not dismayed,</p><p class="line">The triumph-song of the soul over the body</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Heaven-lifted, angel-stayed.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The white sorrow homes to the heavenly portal.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">This grief, this grief has wings --</p><p class="line">Blood on her breast, but through the groves immortal</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Her song of triumph rings.</p></div></body></html> · Great War