Wednesday, January 25, 2012

In Memoriam A.H.H. (Lord Tennyson)

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.

2 comments:

Dulce said...

Vim apenas deixar meu bom dia e dizer que amei seu blog

Beijos

The Way of My Soul said...

Thanks!