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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.

William Ernest Henley1849–1903

Before

BEHOLD me waiting—waiting for the knife.

A little while, and at a leap I storm

The thick sweet mystery of chloroform,

The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.

The gods are good to me: I have no wife,

No innocent child, to think of as I near

The fateful minute; nothing all-too dear

Unmans me for my bout of passive strife.

Yet I am tremulous and a trifle sick,

And, face to face with chance, I shrink a little:

My hopes are strong, my will is something weak.

Here comes the basket? Thank you. I am ready

But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle:

You carry Cæsar and his fortunes—Steady!