AND yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow Too close against thine heart henceforth to know How it shook when alone. Why, conquering May prove as lordly and complete a thing In lifting upward, as in crushing low! And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword To one who lifts him from the bloody earth, Even so, Beloved, I at last record, Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth, I rise above abasement at the word. Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES |