Mine and Thine (1904)/Delilah

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Mine and Thine (1904) by Florence Earle Coates
Delilah

DELILAH

Evermore I hear my name, 
 Blared upon the cruel street,
 Echoed in my close retreat,
Breathing fame, and branding shame:
Evermore it mocks my dream.
 Though I wear the purple fine—
 All the pomp of Palestine—
Ravens over Gaza scream:
   "Delilah!"


And when most I should be gay
 For my triumph,—lo! my sight
Darkens in another's night,
And accusing voices say:
"Guile may lightly vanquish odds;
 But though mortals pay the price
 And accept the sacrifice,
Treason's hateful to the gods,
   Delilah!"


Samson!—bowing reverent knee
 Unto Israel's God and thine—
 Did'st thou think I loved not mine?
Unto him I yielded thee!
Yet—O mighty in thy fall!—
 Groping still thy God to find,
 Bond and bound, bereft and blind,—
Happier thou than she they call
   Delilah!