The Shadow Of Death
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Title
The Shadow Of Death
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Description
Here's an end to my art!
I must die and I know it,
With battle murder at my heart---
Sad death for a poet!
Oh my songs never sung,
And my plays to darkness blown!
I am still so young, so young,
And life was my own.
Some bad fairy stole
The baby I nursed:
Was this my pretty little soul,
This changeling accursed?
To fight and kill is wrong---
To stay at home wronger:
Oh soul, little play and song,
I may father no longer!
Here's an end to my art!
I must die and I know it,
With battle murder at my heart---
Sad death for a poet!
I must die and I know it,
With battle murder at my heart---
Sad death for a poet!
Oh my songs never sung,
And my plays to darkness blown!
I am still so young, so young,
And life was my own.
Some bad fairy stole
The baby I nursed:
Was this my pretty little soul,
This changeling accursed?
To fight and kill is wrong---
To stay at home wronger:
Oh soul, little play and song,
I may father no longer!
Here's an end to my art!
I must die and I know it,
With battle murder at my heart---
Sad death for a poet!
Identifier
3458.txt
Creator
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
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Date
(1995, 1997, 1999)
Date Created
1997-01-01
Temporal Coverage
1999-12-31
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
