The Blue Bird (Custance)/Surrender

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see Surrender.

SURRENDER

I cannot fathom your blue eyes . . . they are
Just mirrors for my beauty . . . cold sweet eyes
In 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 while
Suffers a strange eclipse!

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

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