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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge - Death and the Lady
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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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