this dole crowner gallows me   as this mere welkin hallowed be   whereupon i trick and train and tire   to limn my umbered love in fire   before this noble mare bewrays   as i clearly see it decays   in debile coil of smoke suspires   may our last orison quickens as we   are drumbling near this poize of free   quell me maculate slowly dyer   case my remains with sharpened brier   atone me to my throes curtail   to dim and dire fields i vail   and my eale's but a slumbering lier   then so lingered here but none   to buckle back what had begun   in molten aeons caged desire   dared phantasma us much higher   ceased to milch the clover flower   neither raindrops nor my lover   shall restore what has been done   when we're all keeled in freezing sun