His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.
His eyes come open with a pull of will,
Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head.
A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . .
How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug!
And who's that talking, somewhere out of sight?
Why are they laughing?  What's inside that jug?
The blind-cord is also personified — it ‘drawls’, as if lazy and unable to make an effort. 
 The poem, like this quatrain, is full of confused snatches, objects seen but not understood, to reflect the young man’s hazy state of mind. The  ellipsis  suggests that perhaps the soldier is drifting in and out of consciousness.