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.
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