Oh, the nights were dark and cold, <br />When my love was gone. <br />And life was hard to hold <br />When my love was gone. <br />I was wise, I never gave <br />What they teach a girl to save, <br />But I wished myself his slave <br />When my love was gone. <br /> <br />I was all alone at night <br />When my love came home. <br />Oh, what thought of wrong or right <br />When my love came home? <br />I flung the door back wide <br />And I pulled my love inside; <br />There was no more shame or pride <br />When my love came home.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surrender-59/
