Thou famished grave

Thou famished grave, I will not fill thee yet,

Roar though thou dost, I am too happy here;

Gnaw thine own sides, fast on; I have no fear

Of thy dark project, but my heart is set

On living - I have heroes to beget

Before I die; I will not come anear

Thy dismal jaws for many a splendid year;

Till I be old, I aim not to be eat.

I cannot starve thee out: I am thy prey

And thou shalt have me; but I dare defend

That I can stave thee off; and I dare say,

What with the life I lead, the force I spend,

I'll be but bones and jewels on that day,

And leave thee hungry even in the end.