A.E. Housman


The world goes none the lamer
      For ought that I can see,
Because this cursed trouble
     Has struck my days and me.

The stars of heaven are steady,
     The founded hills remain,
Though I to earth and darkness
     Return in blood and pain.

Farewell to all belongings
     I won or bought or stole;
Farewell, my lusty carcase,
     Farewell, my aery soul.

Oh worse remains for others
     And worse to fear had I
Than here at four-and-twenty
     To lay me down and die.