My dark beloved
  When you lie asleep
  Deep within your black marble tomb
  For alcove and lodge
  You will keep a damp, dripping vault
  A pit of gloom
  
  And when the stone
  Weighing down your breast
  And your thighs once supple
  Through scant concern
  Stills your heart
  From it's desiring quest
  Fastens your feet
  From the reckless run
  
  The grave, which shares
  My eternal dream
  For the poet the grave always understands
  During long nights
  When sleep is far away
  Will ask: what do you gain
  You dumb whore
  Not to have known what the dead cry for?
  And, like remorse,
  At your flesh worms will gnaw