Alan Seeger, "Rendezvous"

RendezvousI have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air--I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair.It may be he shall take my handAnd lead me into his dark landAnd close my eyes and quench my breath--It may be I shall pass him