I will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again.
Here, here will I remain,
With worms that are thy chamber-maids.
Oh, here will I set up thy everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world weary flesh.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
And lips, oh, you the doors of breath,
Seal with a righteous kiss,
A dateless bargain to everlasting death.
Come, bitter conduct.
Come, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot,
Now at once run on,
the dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark.
