"Born nakedly to shiver"

In "Whatever Happened to Light Verse?" I enjoyed Phyllis McGinley's "Lament for a Wavering Viewpoint":

I want to be a Tory And with the Tories stand, Elect and bound for glory With a proud congenial band.    Or in the leftist hallways I gladly would abide, But from my youth I always Could see the other side.	But all my views are plastic, With neither form nor pride. They stretch like new elastic Around the Other Side; And I grow lean and haggard With searching out the taint Of hero in the Blackguard Of villain in the saint.
How comfortable to rest with The safe and armored folk Congenitally blessed with Opinions stout as oak. Assured that every question One single answer hath, They keep a good digestion And whistle in their bath.	Ah, snug lie those that slumber Beneath Conviction’s roof. Their floors are sturdy lumber, Their windows, weatherproof. But I sleep cold forever And cold sleep all my kind, Born nakedly to shiver In the draft of an open mind.

Kevin Mims, "Whatever Happened to Light Verse?," Quillette, Jan 21, 2023.