I first met Death one cool bandh day br While watching shadows grow. br And though there was a lovely sight, br I did not want to go. br br I next saw Death one April day br with sun so high at noon. br And though it had sweet words to say, br I thought the time too soon. br br I then felt Death in December chill br When all the dead leaves sigh. br And though this meeting was a thrill, br I found the cost too high. br br I left with Death one rainy morn br with no time left to stall. br And like the day this soul was born, br I felt no pain at all.