Nearer and ever nearer... My body, tired but tense, Hovers 'twixt vague pleasure And tremulous confidence. Arms to have and to use them And a soul to be made Worthy, if not worthy; If afraid, unafraid. To endure for a little, To endure and have done: Men I love about me, Over me the sun! And should at last suddenly Fly the speeding death, The four great quarters of heaven Receive this little breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PHRYGES: JUSTICE PROTECTS THE KING by AESCHYLUS AFTER THE PLAY by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG |