|when my light is low|
|心情隨筆｜雜記 2010/10/24 23:51:07|
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...