Poem: Surrender

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

Surrender

 Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, - Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own!  It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew, - What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee! 
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