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.
by Alan Seeger
Jai Hind, Jai Bharat
Jai Ma Bharat
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