More Poems VI

I to my perils
    Of cheat and charmer
    Came clad in armour
        By stars benign.
Hope lies to mortals
    And most believe her,
    But man's deceiver
        Was never mine.

The thoughts of others
    Were light and fleeting,
    Of loversí meeting
        Or luck or fame,
Mine were of trouble,
    And mine were steady,
    So I was ready
        When trouble came.