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 littlle breath.
Nearer
Robert Nichols
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Poem topics: breath, death, heaven, sun, pleasure, soul, receive, great, tired, body, afraid, tense, suddenly, love, I love you, endure, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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