“Gaunt and gnarl’d
Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast，
And with haste translateth gild’d black post and fast.”
“Anon-anon, say I!- the lid aside,“
Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest.
The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide,
“Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm,
´Tis and hath e’er been merry blood to pest -
Hither !-cede and fulfil my phantasm!
To be adust for time longer can I not bide,
Cherish me and sonorously do me laud-
For Dread!- thine eyes will behold a guise faugh’d.”
Hence the heart hale out throˋthe chest!
Misery thee? Rather misery me!-
For in Time’s durance am I naught but wee.”
“This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath,“
Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to ‘Neath. ”
“And to me should’st thou be the humblemost knave,“
Lest fear!- spit I on thy cist and grave!-
Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch,
And the tharms fluttering claw’d and eldritch.”
“To conquer thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore;
Irksomely coy, save wiliéd by alarum,
Bear this torture and maim with decorum.”
One candle left behind（？） now,
Before the darkness comes…
“If e’er always was I this blissful and blithe“
Would I resign to but its wee tithe.”
“Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge,
And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge;
Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll.”
“Burrow to the trothplight with the Night and Devil-
Bid Him to league with me – forsooth, merry to ‘come’ twill.”
“Whilom wast vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,“
Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist
Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath,
So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,
“Death-oh! Fair and’ guiling copesmate Death,“
For do I solely what He to me lifely saith,”
Be not a malais’d beggar ; claim this bloody jester!”