Uncertainty

Shall I confess my love ?

No, no- it will not do;

Not while Uncertainty

Can keep a woman true.

She shall not know that I,

Being absolutely won,

Release her thousand charms

For something new in man.

So let the games go on,

Which Love calls ' yes or No,'

Till Death says, ' Come with me-

Come to a quiet show.'

Where she, or I, alone,

Inside the cold, black vault,

Train worms to skip a hair,

And make the somersault.