I shall die hidden in a hut br In the middle of an alder wood, br With the back door blind and bolted shut, br And the front door locked for good. br br I shall lie folded like a saint, br Lapped in a scented linen sheet, br On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, br Narrow and cold and neat. br br The midnight will be glassy black br Behind the panes, with wind about br To set his mouth against a crack br And blow the candle out.