A. E. Housman: If truth in hearts that perish

If truth in hearts that perish  Could move the powers on high, I think the love I bear you  Should make you not to die.
Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning,  If single thought could save, The world might end to-morrow,  You should not see the grave.
This long and sure-set liking,  This boundless will to please, —Oh, you should live for ever  If there were help in these.
But now, since all is idle,  To this lost heart be kind, Ere to a town you journey  Where friends are ill to find.