Classic Poem

I had a girl's fancies
At the pools —
And azure at chances
In the rut holes
Minded me of Maisemore,
And Gloucester men
Beside me made sure
All faithfulness again.

The man's desiring
Of great making
Was denied, and breaking
To the heart, much-caring —
Only the light thoughts
Of the poet's range
Stayed in that war's plights.
Only, soul did not change.

So, to the admiration
Of the rough high virtues
Of common marching
Soldiers, and textures
Of russet noblenesses,
My mind was turned.
But where are such verses
That in my heart burned?