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 [bad word]   
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

Where hushed awakenings are dear...  
But I've a rendezvous with Death

/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. 

Where hushed awakenings are dear...  
But I've a rendezvous with Death