Luyện nghe bài hát Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death

"Gaunt and
Reflecteth the silver shield welkin' aghast,
And with haste translateth to gild'd black and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl this velvet-clad coffin blest,
The bottom of the hourglass is at tide,
and hath e'er been merry blood to pest -
To be adust for longer can I not bide,
Hence the heart hale out the chest!
Misery thee?! - misery me! -
For in Time's durance am I but wee."
"Sensing pine is as deep as the
chasm,
Hither! - and fulfil my phantasm!
me and sonorously do me laud -
For dread! - thine will behold a guise faugh'd."
"This and loving pest I to the bequeath,
Thence swiftly wilt errant to 'Neath."
"And to me thou be the humblemost knave,
Lest fear! - I on thy cist and grave! -
Lest I at thee and do bewitch,
And the fluttering claw'd and eldritch."
"To thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeared and whore;
Irksomely coy, wilied by alarum,
Bear this torture and maim decorum."
"If e'er was I this blissful and blithe
I resign to but its wee tithe."
"Purvey my ache and my profoundest urge,
And to thee will I sing the

Deliver thy blood like the rill the ghyll."
"Burrow to the trothplight the Nigh and Devil! -
Bid Him to league me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill."
"Whilom wast vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,
will I coerce
thine consonantry to whist;
I the snath and cut off thine breath,
So that canst in darkness and inferno vester,
For do I what He to me liefly saith."
"Death - oh! and 'guiling copesmate Death,
Be not a malais'd claim this bloody jester!"