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Death


One night as I lay on my bed,
And sleep on the fleeting foot had fled,
Because, no doubt, my mind was heavy
With concern for my last journey:

I got me up and called for water,
That I might wash, and so feel better;
But before I wet my eyes so dim,
There was death on the bowl's rim.

I went to church that I might prey,
Thinking sure he'd keep away;
But before I got to my feet,
There sat Death upon my seat.

To my chamber then I hied,
Thinking sure he'd keep outside;
But though I firmly locked the door,
Death came from underneath the floor.

Then to sea I rowed a boat,
Thinking surely Death can't float;
But before I reached the deep,
Death was captain of my ship.

  by Unknown - Translated from the Welsh.

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