Begone you noisome spirit, go away,
my mind aspires to think of you no more.
I want you in me not another day;
step out, quick, that I may close the door.
Beseech me not to stay a moment longer,
I’ll have my quit of you before day’s end;
night’s brandy, pipe and fire will burn me stronger
and against you, for a while, I might defend.
Oh, go away, sad spectre, please depart now,
leave me to my lees and ash and ember;
seek not to whisper in my ear, our vow,
my heart and bones do ache so to remember.
To stumble and to cry to climb the hill,
to flower your resting place, to love you still.