Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.
Robert Nichols18931944Nearer
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My body, tired but tense,
Hovers ’twixt vague pleasure
And tremulous confidence.
And a soul to be made
Worthy, if not worthy;
If afraid, unafraid.
To endure and have done:
Men I love about me,
Over me the sun!
Fly the speeding death,
The four great quarters of heaven
Receive this little breath.