There Was A Day, When I, If That Was I, Surrendered Lay Beneath A Burning Sky, Where Overhead The Azure Ached With Heat, And Many Red Fierce Poppies Splashed The Wheat; Motion Was Dead, And Silence Was Complete, And Stains Of Red Fierce Poppies Splashed The Wheat, And As I Lay Upon A Scent-Warm Bank, I Fell Away, Slipped Back From Earth, And Sank, I Lost The Place Of Sky And Field And Tree, One Covering Face Obscured The World For Me, And For An Hour I Knew Eternity, For One Fixed Face Suspended Time For Me. O Had Those Eyes In That Extreme Of Bliss Shed One More Wise And Culminating Kiss, My End Had Come, Nor Had I Lived To Quail, Frightened And Dumb As Things Must Do That Fail, And In This Last Black Devil-Mocking Gale, Battered And Dumb To Fight The Dark And Fail.