A lot of times people get caught up trying to decipher poems to the point that they overlook the sound of the poem. Here’s a good example of a poem that’s written in part for the sound of the words rather than their meaning. Also, try comparing this to William Blake’s A Poison Tree.
I longed to love a full-boughed beech
And be as high as he:
I stretched an arm within his reach,
And signalled unity.
But with his drip he forced a breach,
And tried to poison me.
–Thomas Hardy, from the poem The Ivy-Wife.