So die as though your funeralUshered you through the doors that ledInto a stately banquet hallWhere heroes banqueted.
I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes round with rustling shadeAnd apple blossoms fill the air—I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair. I Have a Rendezvous with Death (1917)