Nearer and ever nearer... <br />My body, tired but tense, <br />Hovers 'twixt vague pleasure <br />And tremulous confidence. <br /> <br />Arms to have and to use them <br />And a soul to be made <br />Worthy, if not worthy; <br />If afraid, unafraid. <br /> <br />To endure for a little, <br />To endure and have done: <br />Men I love about me, <br />Over me the sun! <br /> <br />And should at last suddenly <br />Fly the speeding death, <br />The four great quarters of heaven <br />Receive this littlle breath.<br /><br />Robert Nichols<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nearer-2/
