Even as I surrender and fall
I admit I loved in you the things I dislike
For you my dear I gave it all
Even the things I had at stake.
Spare me the scourge of war
For I’ve drowned my swords in the lake,
She may now inhabit your ill-fated soul
Persist the loving she excels to fake.
Whence she came I do not recall
But your heart she may now take;
Your hopes, dreams, and all
For to you my love I’ve built a dyke,
An unreachable sky-scraping wall
Railed off with shattered glass and spike.
So when I desert, trouble not to call
Do not caress where my heart ache,
I shall now surrender without a brawl
Soothe this aching pain to wake,
In a lifeless, miserable world I shall
Hear the sound of Music and read for Blake.
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