In about 1962, we had a party, attended my some members of the English Dept, at my college. One of the 'events' was a poetry explication contest, in which everyone was given a copy of the following and asked to write an explication/analysis of it in 15 min or less: I wish I had saved the efforts!

"Evening is dawn;
And night unknown
But here in the morn
The mists are grown;
And only the loon
Will laugh alone;
And only the the lone
Are lorn."

Title: One Small Score for Two Brown Eyes
(Quick, my love, fetch the torch, There is no longer dark.)

Porkypine, 1955