Sonnet Xcvi:

XCVI I hear thy summons, grizzly messenger; I feel thy touch upon my shrinking arm; Yet not the unimaginable harm That thou canst do me, or canst do to her, Moves my strong will, nor makes my spirit stir. Only thy presence gives a dearer charm To this sweet state, this life so full and warm, And shakes my faith in what thou may'st confer. Resolve one doubt. Persuade me that we two Shall still, as now, fare onward hand in hand, Through the great mysteries open to thy view; And thou shalt find us meek to thy command; As quick to vanish as the morning dew That gleams and passes from a sunny land.