I to my
perils
of
cheat and
charmer
Came clad in
armour
By
stars benign;
Hope lies to mortals
And most believe her,
But Man's deciever
Was never mine.
The thoughts of others
Were light and fleeting,
Of lovers' meeting
Or luck or fame;
Mine were of trouble
And mine were steady,
So I was ready
When trouble came.
A.E. Housman, 1925