Now by this moon, before this moon shall wane

Now by this moon, before this moon shall wane

I shall be dead or I shall be with you!

No moral concept can outweigh the pain

Past rack and wheel this absence puts me through;

Faith, honour, pride, endurance, what the tongues

Of tedious men will say, or what the law --

For which of these do I fill up my lungs

With brine and fire at every breath I draw?

Time, and to spare, for patience by and by,

Time to be cold and time to sleep alone;

Let me no more until the hour I die

Defraud my innocent senses of their own.

Before this moon shall darken, say of me:

She's in her grave, or where she wants to be.