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Kenneth Slessor - A Surrender
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WHEN to those Venusbergs, thy breasts, 
 By wars of love and moonlight batteries, 
 My lips have stormed—O pout thy mouth above, 
 Lean down those culverins twain, and bid me spike 
 Their bells with kissing, and their powder steal, 
 And by night-marches take their garrisons— 
 No blood shall stain those battlefields of lace 
 But all their snows run dappled with deep roses, 
 And thou, I trow, sweet enemy of love, 
 Shalt find a conquest in capitulation!
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