Fair And Guiling Copesmate Death

"Gaunt and gnarl'dReflecteth 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 gloreArt thou my afeard and reluctant whore;Irksomely coy, save wili�d by alarum,Bear this torture and maim with decorum."If e'er always was I this blissful and blitheWould 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 Night and Devil! -Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill.""Whilom wast thou 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,"Death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death,So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!"For do I solely what He to me liefly saith."