Classic Poem

You that put forth, warm and unshuddering
From the live vine, to breathe another Spring,
Answering so the query of the air,
Red lips that dare! —
Parted and smiling now, —
This is the selfsame earth where men did plough
And plant; brown earth, and eyeless to foresee
What men would be.
Now the earth knows;
And the torn fields, furrowed to endless shame.
And you are there,
You kiss upon the air,
Without a tear to shed,
Over the million dead;
Nor yet for those
Outnumbering hearts turned ashes with their dead.
Earth to earth,
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust. 
Oh, is it all the same then, to a rose?
That you dare be red?