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Nearer

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.

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Robert Nichols

Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols (6 September 1893 – 17 December 1944) was an English writer, known as a war poet of the First World War, and a play…

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