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!