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