Remember, I am not the only one. There are others. And we all cry, “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 pains that conquer trust;and Time, a maniac scattering dust, and Life, a Fury slinging flame.”
