Approaching, nearing, curious, thou dim, uncertain spectre - bringest thou life or death?
Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier?
Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet? Or haply cut me short for good?
Or leave me here as now, dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping, screeching?
Cheerful thoughts! He died 3 years later (the poet, not my significant other!)