The Old Enemy
Rebellionagainst death, the old rebellionIs over; I have nothing left to fight;Battles have always had their meed of musicBut peace is quiet as a windless night.Therefore I make no songs—I have grown certainSave when he comes too late, death is a friend,A shepherd leading home his flock serenelyUnder the planet at the evening’s end.
Rebellionagainst death, the old rebellionIs over; I have nothing left to fight;Battles have always had their meed of musicBut peace is quiet as a windless night.Therefore I make no songs—I have grown certainSave when he comes too late, death is a friend,A shepherd leading home his flock serenelyUnder the planet at the evening’s end.
Rebellionagainst death, the old rebellionIs over; I have nothing left to fight;Battles have always had their meed of musicBut peace is quiet as a windless night.
Rebellionagainst 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 certainSave when he comes too late, death is a friend,A shepherd leading home his flock serenelyUnder the planet at the evening’s end.
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.