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The Gardener and Death
A Persian Nobleman:

My gardener rushed into my home
“I was in the garden mixing loam”,
He said to me still out of breath,
“When close behind me I saw Death.
I hurried shocked to the other side
But I still saw his hand so white.
Lend me your horse lord if you can
So I can still reach Isfahan”
‘T was noon (and long since he had fled)
When in the garden, I met Death.
“Why”, I asked, for he stayed silent.
“Did you threaten my dear servant?”
“No threat”, he said with smiling eyes,
“Was that, ‘twas my supreme surprise
To see here still at work, the man
I had this night to meet in Isfahan”.
P.N. van Eyck (1887–1954)