Classic Poem

If, as you say, O wise one,
And as I one time said,
Life cannot care for persons
And all the dead are dead,

Yet, even so, I'll salvage
Part of the desperate stake:
I shall not sleep less deeply
Because I thought to wake.

No roar of great wings passing
Above my dusty head
Shall mock me, if, you winning,
Your dead world holds me, dead.