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