With haste I went to get the reaper -
But then he turned on me -
The creatures of my fancy vanished -
No more revelry -

And now I run for my life -
And now I cry in bed -
And try to be to the love of life a wife -
A font from whence God's Passion bled -

I would not save my Self -
I do not see the point -
But will give what's left of me for earths better health -
So in purity she can be anoint -