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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!