Enervated Tonight

One thing almost no-one knows about me, is that I am crazy about Tennyson. He is a poet from the 1800's, and when I read his words... they speak to me. I first picked up an old rugged book of his at my high-school in Zimbabwe because I was bored and wandering around the library. When I turned to a page that I had randomly selected and started to read, I fell in love with his mind. Funny how a such dull situation can turn into a life long bond of diving into this stranger's different perspectives of life and all that it holds.

The truth is that I am not much of a reader, and there are two things that got my attention about this book; first of all it looked old and vintage, and second, it was small. This little pot of gold was about the size of my hand and the thickness of a pin... well that is metaphorically speaking. Anyways, being that Lord Alfred Tennyson is in my thoughts constantly, it is only natural that he would have something to say about what is going on in 'my head today':

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I know it's 'ye'olde' language, but if you take the time to understand it, it's pretty wonderful. So yeah... that's all I have to say