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.
– In Memoriam, Alfred 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.
– In Memoriam, Alfred Lord Tennyson