"Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good."
The final lines evokes a familiar theme: in a broken world losing meaning and hope, is there some small way to hold dignity?:
"May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame."
It seems to me a line to take with me wherever, whenever, whatever:
Show an affirming flame.