The poem
She laid her docile Crescent down And this confiding Stone Still states to Dates that have forgot The News that she is gone --
So constant to its stolid trust, The Shaft that never knew -- It shames the Constancy that fled Before its emblem flew --
This poem is about a girl who buys a crescent roll for brekfest, and then puts it down so she can throw rocks at her car mechanic, who forgot the date that her car was supposed to be fixed by.
She was all like "great, this is just the NEWS I wanted today. I can't TRUST any of you mechanics, becasue you just give me the SHAFT"
She gets so angry, that she rips the emblem off the hood of her car and flings it across the gas station, and then she fled.