lyric poem

in their ragged regimentals
leave the lovely words unsaid
if the red slayer think he slays
why do
white foam flower, red flame flower
afraid no more, i say
skies they were ashen and sober
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
but i cannot read you now
daughter, thou art come to die
do you hear the rain?
green afternoon serene and bright
though love repine, and reason chafe
what spiteful chance steals unawares