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