| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Blue Squills | | By Sara Teasdale |
| | | HOW many million Aprils came | |
| Before I ever knew | |
| How white a cherry bough could be, | |
| A bed of squills how blue! | |
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| And many a light-foot April, | 5 |
| When life is done with me, | |
| Will lift the blue flame of the flower | |
| And the white flame of the tree. | |
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| Oh, burn me with your beauty then, | |
| Oh, hurt me, tree and flower, | 10 |
| Lest in the end death try to take | |
| Even this glistening hour. | |
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| O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, | |
| O sunlit white and blue, | |
| Wound me, that I through endless sleep | 15 |
| May bear the scar of you! | | | | |
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