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