<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Journey's End</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll not lie down, nor sit and wait<br>The black-draped barge to float on by, <br>Nor offer up my throat, like ears of corn<br>To wait the sickle sigh, <br>Should death's bleak hooded figure call<br>He'll find that I have quit the town<br>And left no forwarding address<br>That he might use to track me down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One step ahead, I'll change my name<br>Then dye my hair a rich dark brown, <br>Or failing that, I'll shave my head<br>And raise my brows, an inch around.<br>I'll grow a beard, or cut it off<br>If I have grown a beard before<br>Then take to sailing out from ports<br>Where Death has sallied forth once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll dress my woman in long boots<br>And tie her hair up out of sight, <br>Then we will slink from town to village<br>Making love by day, not night.<br>We'll sleep in hay ricks, fields and barns<br>While one keeps watch, each turn about, <br>So if his hood should cause alarms<br>We'll both be gone by morning light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll trek up mountains, hills and valleys<br>Everywhere that he's just been, <br>We'll tail him as he travels onward<br>Scything through each village green, <br>And when he corners us at last<br>We'll drink long from a stirrup cup<br>And cheat him from his final scene<br>By leaving life, before he's up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6 March 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365661" data-title="At Journey's End de David Lewis Paget" data-description="I'll not lie down, nor sit and wait The black-draped barge to float on by, Nor offer up my throat, like ears of corn To wait the sickle sigh, Should death's bleak hooded figure call He'll find that I have quit the town And left no forwarding add..."></div> </div> </div>

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