Be near me
When my light is low
When the blood creeps
And the nerves prick and tingle
And the heart is sick
And all the wheels of being slow
Be near me
When the sensuous frame
Is wracked with pangs
That conquer that...
And time
And manic scattering dust
And life
Of fury slinging flame
Be near me
When I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And the twilight
Of eternal days
And on the low dark verge of life.
lord alfred tennyson