Fair And Guiling Copesmate Death

Gaunt and gnarl'd

Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast,

And with haste translateth to 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 -

Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest!

For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd.

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 switly 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 wilid by alarum,

Bear this torture and maim with decorum.

If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe

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