Robbed By Death but That Was Easy

poem 971

Robbed by Death but that was easy To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing Robbed by Liberty For Her Jugular Defences This, too, I endured Hint of Glory it afforded For the Brave Beloved Fraud of Distance Fraud of Danger, Fraud of Death to bear It is Bounty to Suspense’s Vague Calamity Stalking our entire Possession On a Hair’s result Then seesawing coolly on it Trying if it split