And now it is the time; from Hell's abyss Come thirsting Tantalus, come Sisyphus Heaving the cruel stone, come Tityus With vulture, and with wheel Ixion come, And come the sisters of the ceaseless toil; And all into this breast transfer their pains, And (if such tribute to despair be due) Chant in their deepest tones a doleful dirge Over a corse unworthy of a shroud.

For my sake--for mine, Lenville--forego all idle forms, unless you would see me a blighted corse at your feet.

And the dumb river shall receive your corse And wash it all unheeded to the sea.