“Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too Shiver now, 'tis nothing new. More than I, if truth were told, Have stood and sweated hot and cold, And through their veins in ice and fire Fear contended with desire. Agued once like me were they, But I like them shall win my way Lastly to the bed of mould Where there's neither heat nor cold. But from my grave across my brow Plays no wind of healing now, And fire and ice within me fight Beneath the suffocating night.” DeathDesireNightFearFireColdIceHeatFightInner ConflictFire And Ice Book:A Shropshire Lad Source: A Shropshire Lad
“Lie you easy, dream you light, And sleep you fast for aye; And luckier may you find the night Than ever you found the day.” NightSleepDreamsLuckLife And DeathThe Isle Of Portland Book:A Shropshire Lad Source: A Shropshire Lad