The Blue Bird (Custance)/Surrender

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see Surrender.

SURRENDER

I cannot fathom your blue eyes . . . they areJust mirrors for my beauty . . . cold sweet eyesIn which, as in clear pools, I seek a star!Yet never see one rise . . .

I cannot learn the secret of your smile . . .Nor understand the magic of your lips . . .Nor find your moon-like soul that all the whileSuffers a strange eclipse!

Yet some mysterious power is in your handsSince they can hold my song-birds by the wings!Wild birds that come from distant fairy-landsTo sing of mortal things . . .

Some subtle spell is in your voice, that charmsAnd lures my very heart away from me!Ah! hold me then a captive in your arms,I would no more be free! . . .