1TURN in, my lord, she said ;
2As it were the Father of Sin
3I have hated the Father of the Dead,
4The slayer of my kin ;
5By the Father of the Living led,
6Turn in, my lord, turn in.
7We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold,
8But mine is warm as life ;
9I have struggled and made thee loose thy hold,
10I have turned aside the knife.
11 Despair itself in me was bold,
12I have striven, and won the strife.
13 But that which conquered thee and rose
14Again to earth descends ;
15 For the last time we have come to blows.
16And the long combat ends.
17 The worst and secretest of foes,
18Be now my friend of friends.