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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.