I would defend your honor, if I could:
There’s now a pressure on my eyes,
That makes my vision blurry;
And send benighted temper, with its hood,
As lately, I would realize,
It’s dangerous to scurry –
To where it never bothers you again –
As constantly, mortality
Surrounds, and I’m aware:
And be a guard for you among all men
The unimpaired finality
That’s always looming there