First World War Poetry Digital Archive

The Shadow Of Death

THE SHADOW OF DEATH by ROBERT GRAVES

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!

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