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I shall die, butthat is all that I shall do for Death.I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,bus iness in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.But I will not hold the bridlewhile he clinches the girth.And he may mount by himself:I will not give him a leg up.Though he flick my shoulders with his whip,I will not tell him which way the fox ran.With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him wherethe black boy hides in the swamp.I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;I am not on his payroll. --Edna St. Vincent Millay Show more