DEATH AND THE LADY - Arthur Conan Doyle Poems


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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.