A. E. Housman

“ The heart within, that tells the truth and tells it twice as plain;
And from the cave of oracles I heard the priestess shrieking
That she and I should surely die and never live again.
O priestess, what you cry is clear, and sound good sense I think it,
But let the screaming echoes rest and froth your mouth no more;
'Tis true there's better boose than brine, but he that drowns must drink it;
And oh, my lass, the news is news that men have heard before.
The King with half the East at heel is marched from lands of morning,
Their fighters drink the rivers up, their shafts benight the air ”