MY DEFEAT.
"SAY why of all lovers I loved you the best?"
You left me no room for a choice;
You tortured my soul to a stormy unrest
In the eddying waves of your voice;
You left me no room for a choice;
You tortured my soul to a stormy unrest
In the eddying waves of your voice;
You lured me with silence, then lulled me to sleep
In the dangerous dark of your eyes;
I woke from my dreaming to wearily weep
In the pain of my bitter surprise;
In the dangerous dark of your eyes;
I woke from my dreaming to wearily weep
In the pain of my bitter surprise;
Proud pride of my girlhood, low laid at your feet!
Haughty heart that had caroled so long,
Its sovereign freedom, its scorn of defeat.—
Ah, the dirge of its hope was the doom of its song!
Haughty heart that had caroled so long,
Its sovereign freedom, its scorn of defeat.—
Ah, the dirge of its hope was the doom of its song!
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