I to my perils
of cheat and charmer
Came clad in armor
By stars benign;
Hope lies to mortals
And most believe her
But man's deciever
Was ne'er mine.
The thoughts of others
were light and fleeting,
of lovers' meeting,
or of luck or fame;
Mine were of trouble
And mine were steady,
So mine were ready
When trouble came.
-A.E. Housman, 1925
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