To A. E. Houseman

Full many wise old men have said
   That this world has more ill than good;
But I am young and heed them not,
   Nor know a reason why I should.

Belike when I am old and grey
   I shall confess that they were right,
And, having weighed all things, pronounce
   It better not to see the light.

Then I may sorrow. Now I sing
   Praise to the Lord I was begot.
Who will prove to me, after all,
   I shall be right and now am not?

School poems