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.
[E]Alan Seeger
From "Poems by Alan Seeger"—Copyright, 1916, by Charles Scribner's Sons. By permission of the Publishers