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I have a rendezvous with Death
Where hushed awakenings are dear …
It may be I shall pass him still.
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
At midnight in some flaming town,
And lead me into his dark land
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
When Spring comes round again this year
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
God knows ’twere better to be deep
When Spring trips north again this year,
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
It may be he shall take my hand
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I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ’twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear … But I’ve a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.