Poems (Taylor)/Surrender
For works with similar titles, see Surrender.
SURRENDER
I strove, and strove with Fate. I leave my throne
Of proud virginity, pearl-pale, apart,
Where I have loved to sit and hark alone
The dim pure pulses of my dreaming heart.
Behold! most impotent kisses must I rain
From lips for Death kept sweet
On thine indifferent feet
That yearn away to some strange laurelled goal.
Oh! She is fallen, yea, and fallen in vain,—
My once-imperial Soul!
Of proud virginity, pearl-pale, apart,
Where I have loved to sit and hark alone
The dim pure pulses of my dreaming heart.
Behold! most impotent kisses must I rain
From lips for Death kept sweet
On thine indifferent feet
That yearn away to some strange laurelled goal.
Oh! She is fallen, yea, and fallen in vain,—
My once-imperial Soul!