All's fair! my dear, All's fair in Love and War! You have won completely What I was loath to share. The spoils take Unto your charming self. Drink deep of Life and Love -- All you had dreamed, -- And more. But this I ask -- In his declining years Be his gay comrade, Laugh through tears; Slow to see a fault, Quick to sympathize; Tenderly sweet But not too wise; A lithe and winsome staff To lean upon. The loneliness of twilight, The moonlight's ghastly glow, The hangman's grip upon the throat That will not give nor go -- 'Tis comforting to think, my dear, These he shall never know; Brave as he is, 'tis good to think He shall never know. -- To you I surrender him, Prisoner bound; While I go on alone Bearing a mortal wound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY DRINKING SONG, FR. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL by RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE BEVERLY SHORE IN WINTER by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |