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