Go thee away death
Why thou hunteth me?
Doth thou not repose?
Why pursue the earth?
Nothing have I done to summon thy vice-
I am just a simple lover nothing more
But thou comest hot, a fatal size.
What then ought I do with fear in the core?
Go thee away death,
I am nothing but meek
And should be allowed nest and life-
I need not thy care:
Nor do I need thy warmth;
Hurry away from my windows
Peeping like an espion soul
And hunt elsewhere, where thou art unknown.