Classic Poem

I DEPEND upon a friend,
But now I think a worm
Might rightly twist itself by way of sneer
At all this talk of over-ruling love:
There is some dictum, old or new,
I leave it you,
As below so above:
And that be true there's much to fear:
Give me a sword! I hear
The hiss of the universal snake! I hear
The abysmal growl of existence!