Classic Poem

I do not think that I shall ever forget
What you said on a certain day: you said,
" Regret no thrust, however you have bled;
Only the coward and the fool regret;
The thing that hurts you is the thing to set
Your cap for! " — and the grey eyes in your head
Glittered — and that day the sun went red —
And you flashed — as I see you flashing yet.

That was last winter. Now another fall
Runs all amuck with colour; and it soon
Will be white winter smoking under the moon;
And my old grief. . . . And I shall then recall
What you said on a certain day: you said,
" It took seven wounds to lift Christ from the dead". "