[00:22.743] Oh my love do you still recall
[00:28.214] The object which we saw
[00:33.328] That fair sweet summer morn
[00:37.692] Upon a bed of shingle
[00:43.120] That Its legs raised in the air
[00:47.972] Like some of the lustful woman
[00:52.914] Burning and sweating pest
[00:58.008] To view its noisome breast
[01:21.912] The sun shone down upon that putrescence
[01:27.090] As if to roast it to a turn
[01:32.039] So to repay to Nature
[01:36.876] What she had mingled there
[01:41.923] And the sky was the opening flower
[01:46.920] You thought to faint away
[01:51.644] Yet you will be like that
[01:56.517] To mould among the dead