Death and the Lady

 TURN in, my lord, she said ;
As it were the Father of Sin
I have hated the Father of the Dead,
The slayer of my kin ;
By the Father of the Living led,
Turn in, my lord, turn in.


We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold,
But mine is warm as life ;
I have struggled and made thee loose thy hold,
I have turned aside the knife.

Despair itself in me was bold,
I have striven, and won the strife.


But that which conquered thee and rose
Again to earth descends ;
For the last time we have come to blows.

And the long combat ends.

The worst and secretest of foes,
Be now my friend of friends.

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