To Susie

When Death, the vast unknown, and all therein Whose thoughts tremor feel I without reserve, Always has been this strain upon my skin, Absent courage and woe do strike a nerve. Alas, when I’m with you, I fear Death not, In short a time, my fear, I do suspend, To be with thine, whose zeal I love a lot Thy feel, thy touch, do make all dread transcend. A test to know my love, in sooth, is real Innate, with love, so filled, Death hath no clout, For all, love poor, fear hath too much to deal The world may end, yet I, remain devout. To keep her long, I free myself of me, Only thy heart hath to look once, here be.