"X" from Housman's Last Poems (1922)
Could man be drunk forever
With liquor, love, or fights,
Lief should I rouse at morning
And lief lie down of nights.
But men at whiles are sober
And think by fits and starts,
And if they think, they fasten
Their hands upon their hearts.
1 comment:
Lief is a wonderful word.
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