In Memoriam - Stoa

Be near me when my light is low

When the blood creeps and the nerves prick

And tongle and the heart is sick

And all the wheels of beeing slow

Be near me when the sensous frame

Is racked with pangs that conquer trust

And time a maniac scattering dust

And life a fury slinging flame

Be near me when my faith is dry

And men the flies of latter spring

That lay their eggs and sting and sing

And weave their petty cells and die

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