232 ALAN SEEGER
��I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH
I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes round with rustHng 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.
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