名人诗歌|SURRENDER. Doubt me, my dim companion!

SURRENDER.

Doubt me, my dim companion!
Why, God would be content
With but a fraction of the love
Poured thee without a stint^{1.
The whole of me, forever,
What more the woman can, --
Say quick, that I may dower thee
With last delight I own!}

It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded^{2 all of dust I knew, --
What opulence3 the more
Had I, a humble4 maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!}