Is There a Subjunctive Mood in the Poetry?

The poems personified in the second stanza a, you know, we could never really bear to see, so we consigned our sight them. They, while they are pained by their sight, they actually see better than the poets or us walking round. And that there's something really powerful about that. Because then in the end, when the speaker is is swept away and hisi is hanging on literally, a whod who to reach to?