Classic Poem

1

I plead for joy from star-wake until sun
Then whitely tense I waited, — not in vain.
One came, slow came, with eyes enmisted, dun;
And left me, — pain.

2

I plead for love, the love men know but keep
So ill. I waited, waited with bound breath.
One came with eyes repellant, chill, and deep,
And dealt me death.

3

And now I lie quite straight, and still and plain;
Above my heart the brazen poppies flare,
But I know naught of love, or joy, or pain; —
Nor care, nor care.