A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
XXXIII. If truth in hearts that perish
I
Could move the powers on high,
I think the love I bear you
Should make you not to die.
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
This boundless will to please,
—Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
To this lost heart be kind,
Ere to a town you journey
Where friends are ill to find.