An
Epitaph
A.E. Housman
Stay, if you list, O passer by the way;
Yet
night approaches; better not to stay.
I
never sigh, nor
flush, nor knit the brow,
Nor
grieve to think how
ill God made me, now.
Here, with one
balm for many
fevers found,
Whole of an
ancient evil, I
sleep sound.
From the public domain. Comprehensive Housman collection: http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~martinh/poems/housman.html