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

Be near me when I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.

“In Memoriam A.H.H.” Part 50
by Alfred Lord Tennyson