Time is an abyss -  Profound as a thousand nights;  I sojourn my haste, I make respites  For what availeth this eager peace?  One step more naught to face,  Save the heirloom fatal kiss.  I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate,  For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me,  Yet! - Who doth my future narrate?  Dim the lights - I cannot see!  Bring forth ye Shadow! -  With whom danceth thou?  Time hath stopp'd -  Yet for others ne'er halteth;  For me the Pages of Life do not turn,  Lo! - on the funeral pyre they burn.  The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear -  Heed! - wherefore delve a burrow,  When in my arms "O! Come here"? -  I say, elsehither is naught but sorrow!  For what deemest thou so dear thy blood  When through my veins it could flood? -  Bide to merry-make me unaptly;  And hence grant me the fell gift,  The gift of passing on the dark trick.  'Tis such a brazen act of erotic;  Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift,  O! such an innocence depriv'd so hastily -  Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood  When through my veins it will flood?