A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
XXX. Others, I am not the first
O
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, ’tis nothing new.
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear contended with desire.
But I like them shall win my way
Lastly to the bed of mould
Where there’s neither heat nor cold.
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night.