Rendezvous.
I have a Rendezvous with Death
by Alan Seeger.
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 dakr 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 sikk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissfull 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.
I have a Rendezvous with Death
by Alan Seeger