Anna Wickham’s speaker refuses the safety of a “sterile hill,” finding it too lifeless and removed for her temperament. The title “Aseptic” points to that clean, germ-free ideal, but she wants none of it. Instead, she chooses to walk through towns — crowded, human, unclean places — and trust her own “strong resisting blood” to meet whatever comes. The second stanza pushes back against the idea that fear is morally good, whether the fear is of sin or of death. What earns pride is staying composed and clear-eyed while passing through “Plague’s contaminating breath.” The plague here stands less for literal disease than for the moral and physical risks of entering fully into human life. The mood is grimly defiant: not naïve optimism, but a determination to stay engaged with life even where it is risky, rather than sealing oneself off in a purity that becomes sterile.
Aseptic — Summary
To live on a sterile hill Suits not my mood, I'll walk in towns my fill, With strong resisting blood.
There is no virtue in stark fear. Whether it be of Sin or Death, But there is pride in walking clear, Through Plague's contaminating breath.