Witness All: That Unrepenting, Feathers Flying, Music High, I Go Down To Death Unshaken By Your Mean Philosophy. For Your Wages, Take My Body, That At Least To You I Leave; Set The Sulky Plumes Upon It, Bid The Grinning Mummers Grieve. Stand In Silence: Steep Your Raiment In The Night That Hath No Star; Don The Mortal Dress Of Devils, Blacker Than Their Spirits Are. Since Ye May Not, Of Your Mercy, Ere I Lie On Such A Hearse, Hurl Me To The Living Jackals God Hath Built For Sepulchres.