II. Because I do not fear thee, thou art tender.— Just as a woman, suddenly, bestows In amplest, purest, and most sweet surrender On the strong lover all her beauty's rose, But, ever, from the weak of heart she goes,— Just as her white arms round her lover cling, If only with the lordlier voice he sing, Not heeding overmuch the glance she throws:— So, as thou fliest from me and glancest back, O great Lord God, @3not@1 swiftly on the track I follow,—knowing that were but to lose! I give thee time. Then thou shalt turn and fling Thy white arms, suddenly, around,—and cling,— While blushes all thy vanquished face suffuse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CROTALUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE HERACLES AND MELEAGER by BACCHYLIDES THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST |