Let her creep to earth again, my children,
She will never heed our signal calls.
Do not whine along her track,
She will not come footing back.
She is wounded to the heart of her, my children,
And the red blood follows where she falls.

Let her be, forget her steps, my children,
Forgotten be the anguish and the length;
Let her find a covert place,
There to hide her glazing face
And to stretch her grievous paws in silence, children,
Dripping drop by drop her scarlet strength.

She will dread the common trail, my children,
Crouching where the deepest shade is cast.
Creatures of the earth and sky —
None can comfort when we die
Only dark and unremembering, my children,
For we feel the Hour is come at last.

She will creep wet-foot and slow, my children;
She will never heed the signal call.
She will voiceless be and blind
To her kin and to her kind,
Waiting in the shadow, O my children,
Wounded — For that is the End of all.