Last Poems (Housman)/Her strong enchantments failing

by Alfred Edward Housman

III

Her strong enchantments failing,
 Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poisons
 And the knife at her neck,

The Queen of air and darkness
 Begins to shrill and cry,
"O young man, O my slayer,
To-morrow you shall die."

O Queen of air and darkness,
 I think 'tis truth you say,
And I shall die to-morrow;
 But you will die to-day.