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Rebellion against death, the old rebellion / Is over; I have nothing left to fight; / Battles have always had their meed of music / But peace is quiet as a windless night.
Therefore I make no songs -- I have grown certain / Save when he comes too late, death is a friend, / A shepherd leading home his flock serenely / Under the planet at the evening's end.