Classic Poem

I said, " So much of you is left
As after bleak toil
Comes the blind, the desperately deft
Recoil. "

I said, " A hatchet hews clean. " I said,
" Offending heart, I sever
You — so! ... Now you are dead
For ever. "

I said, " I know what I know. I know
This thing is ended:
Now I can wait till the walls of Jericho