Lyrics of 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,
'tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest -
To be adust for time longer can i not bide,
Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest!
Misery thee?! - rather misery me! -
For in time's durance am i naught but wee."
"sensing this pine is as deep as the
Deepest chasm,
Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm!
Cherish me and sonorously do me laud -
For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd."
"this tender and loving pest i to the bequeath,
Thence swiftly 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 afeared and reluctant whore;
Irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum,
Bear this torture and maim with decorum."
"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 the nigh 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,
For do i solely what he to me liefly saith."
"death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate death,
Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!"