Go your seeking, soul.
Mine the proven path of time’s foretelling.
Yours accordance with some mysteried whole.
I am but your passion-haunted dwelling.
Bring what news you can,
Stranger, loved of body’s humbled heart.
Say one whispered word to mortal man
From that peace whereof he claims you part.
Hither-hence, my guest,
Blood and bone befriend, where you abide
Till withdrawn to share some timeless quest.
I am but the brain that dreamed and died.
Sigfried Sassoon, “The Humbled Heart” from Collected Poems 1908-1956. Copyright Siegfried Sassoon. Reprinted by kind permission of George Sassoon.
Source: Selected Poems (Penguin Books, 1968)