Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 140

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CXL DEATH AND THE LADY
Turn in, my lord, turn in, she said; As it were the Father of SinI 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.
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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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