Surrenderings

I've watched a lover's dying breath Fly homeward to the sky... Was tutored by orations Of the dusky forest's sigh. Brave, touched the face of madness, There tried to soothe its pain- Watched children weep at gravestones In dark, pain-shadowed rain... A thousand lovers I have known, Tho Love's been but a ghost- Laid waste unto a thousand hearts, At bedlam's feast, the host! What then, entices to trod down Some nobler, hallowed path- When Love's long wearied labors Reward me with such wrath?