GHOST

Thou canst not fly me, There is no Cavern in the Earth's, vast entrails But I can through as pearcant as the light, And find thee, though thou were't entombed in stone, Thou canst not catch my unsubstantial partly, For I am air, and am not to be touched. From flaming fires of burning Phlegeton, I have a time limited to walk, Until the morning Cock shall summon me For to retire to misty Erebus. My pilgrimage has no cessation, Until I bring thee with me to the place Where Rhadamant, and sable Aeacus dwell Alive or dead, 'tis I that must enjoy thee, To tell the story where we spirits live Would pluck Vermilion from thy Rosy cheeks, And make them pale, as Snowy Apennines, And from thine eyes draw liquid streams of tears More full of issue then a steepy Fountain, Alive or dead I must, and will enjoy thee, Think on thy promise. Thy time is not yet come; i'm now exiled I may not touch thee while thou art with chilled. All things keep their time! All things keep their time. Death's eldest daughter sleep with silencies Has charmed yond beldames, no jarring clock Nor murmuring wind dares oppose just fate. Awake found mortal ne'reto sleep again, Now is the time I come to claim my promise, Alive or dead I must, and will enjoy thee. With expedition; The Ferryman attends thee at the verge Of Cocitus, and sooty Acheron, And he shall waft thee into Tartary, Where perjury, and falsehood finds reward There shalt thou read thy history of faults, And amongst the furies find just recompense, I'll bring thee over Turrets, Towers, and Steeples, Over shady Groves, brineish Mears, and Brooks, The flattering Sea to me is navigable, Over steepy Mountains, and the craggy Rocks, Whose heights Kiss Stars, and stop the flying Clouds We'll through as swift as Swallows in recourse. The Chauntecleere summons my retreat, Signing a perjod to my pilgrimage; From nipping frosts, and penetrating blasts Could Snows, black thaws, and misty killing dews. I'll led thee to the ever-flaming Furnace, That Like a Fever fed by opposite meats, Engenders, and consumes it self with heat. I'll Pierce the Air as with a thunder bolt, And make thy passage free; make speed away Thy broken contract, now thou goest to pay.