Resolution
- With but one life full certified,
- And that of every gleam denied
- My portion,
- Close to the unrelenting sod.
- E’en as my fathers dumbly trod,
- I’ve slumbered;
- But now a surging, wild unrest
- Uproots the poppies from my breast,
- My soul awake, erect! anew!
- I stand and face the star-swept blue,
- And swear to make my dreams come true!