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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.
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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