“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!”