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“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!”
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!”
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[00:00]“Gaunt and gnarl’d [00:01]Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast， [00:19.45]And with haste translateth gild’d black post and fast.” [00:38.60]“Anon-anon, say I!- the lid aside,“ [00:58]Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest. [01:17]The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, [01:23]´Tis and hath e’er been merry blood to pest - [01:29]To be adust for time longer can I not bide, [01:35.40]Hence the heart hale out throˋthe chest! [01:41.65]Misery thee? Rather misery me!- [01:47.65]For in Time’s durance am I naught but wee.” [01:17]“Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm, [01:24]Hither !-cede and fulfil my phantasm! [01:29]Cherish me and sonorously do me laud- [01:35.35]For Dread!- thine eyes will behold a guise faugh’d.” [01:53]“This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath,“ [02:00]Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to ‘Neath. ” [02:05.85]“And to me should’st thou be the humblemost knave,“ [02:11.90]Lest fear!- spit I on thy cist and grave!- [02:18]Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch, [02:24]And the tharms fluttering claw’d and eldritch.” [03:17]“To conquer thee and thy blood for glore [03:23.56]Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore; [03:29.86]Irksomely coy, save wiliéd by alarum, [03:35]Bear this torture and maim with decorum.” [03:55]One candle left behind（？） now, [04:03]Before the darkness comes… [04:06]“If e’er always was I this blissful and blithe“ [04:25]Would I resign to but its wee tithe.” [04:44.56]“Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge, [05:03]And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge; [05:23.65]Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll.” [05:32.45]“Burrow to the trothplight with the Night and Devil- [05:41.78]Bid Him to league with me – forsooth, merry to ‘come’ twill.” [05:49.86]“Whilom wast vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,“ [05:58]Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist [06:10.30]Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath, [06:16]So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester, [06:24]For do I solely what He to me lifely saith,” [06:16]“Death-oh! Fair and’ guiling copesmate Death,“ [06:24]Be not a malais’d beggar ; claim this bloody jester!”
