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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 rack'd with pangs that conquer trust, / And time, a maniac, scattering dust, / And life, a Fury, slinging flame.