Here you will find the Poem A Surrender of poet Kenneth Slessor
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!
