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two poems, neither of which are by Dylan Thomas

Both of these appeared in my section of the IP from HS english 3.

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.

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.

--Alfred Lord Tennyson
from http://www.unibuc.ro/eBooks/lls/IoanaZirra-VictorianAge/5-1.htm

Dark hills at evening in the West
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors underground;

Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the Sun;
You fade as if the last of days
Were fading, and all wars were done.
--Edwin Arlington Robinson
from memory; some of the punctuation may be off