Suss

Shielded from the weather by screens and curtains,

Looking down,

The middle of the inner end...

The latter carrying a brief,

That's never going to end;

Becoming strained,

Drown in those of our people...

The danger she is running and the ease with which she may avoid it;

They have dared to say that we're acting from hate...

I dare not go so far myself, I fear damnation;

And you make a great many;

So be quite enough for your purpose...

Reduced almost to nothing,

You think, doubtless tempting her;

I think it hard that should go for nothing;

But it seems to me; insist on her own guilt....

Believe it I will not answer for your life or hardly for mine;

One who is far more determined than you that she shall burn,

And I regret but cannot help...

I have seen again and again,

When the summer follows the spring,

It ends in such a horror of unnatural wickedness;

Strange as it may seem to you,

His soul's salvation remembers that nothing is so cruel in its consequences....

Not within reach, the unfortunate;

Though the work I do may seem cruel to those who do not know how much more cruel it would be to leave it undone...

Fantastic extremes, but it may be betrayed from within;

Have no fear on that score,

That does not seem to me to be consistent...

Anger is a bad counsellor,

And pity is sometimes worse,

Black death, they rage for a while and then die out in suss...