Fair and Guiling Copesmate Death

Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast And with haste, translateth to gilded black post and fast "Anon, anon," say I The lid, the lid aside Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm (the bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide) Hither, cede and fulfill my phantasm ('tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest) Cherish me and sonorously do me laud (to be adust for time longer, can I not bide) For dread, thine eyes will behold a guise faughed (hence the heart hale out thro' the 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, shouldest 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 clawed and eldritch To conquer thee and thy blood for glore Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore Irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum Bear this torture and maim with decorum One candle left to burn 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 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 So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester (death, o, fair and 'guiling copesmate death) For do I solely what he to me liefly saith (be not a malaised beggar, claim this bloody jester) Claim this bloody jester