Friday, February 6, 2009

Thanks to the Unknown Poet!

be near me when the light is low
when the blood creeps ,and the nerves prick
and the tingle,the heart is sick
and all the wheels r slow
be near to me
when my faith is dry
and men the flies
of latter spring
that lay their eggs,and sting and sir
and weave their petty cells and die
be near to me
when i fade away
to point the term of human strife
and the low dark verge of life
the twilight of eternal day

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