Death crawled up my high window
And slow toward me did tread
Saying all the while,"Dear
Sir, it's time for bed."

So kindly did I say to him
That life of mine not done
Would ask of him to go away
Until the morning sun;

And morn next, it's true I see
He's right back where he was,
Again I pled another day
To finish my last cause.

"Find a better man," I said,
"My world is still abuzz
With all the things that could
still be- not everything that was."

Abashed and shamed he looked at me
And ran clear for the brook.
I only wonder who it was
In my timely stead he took.