| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Light of Love | | By Elizabeth J. Coatsworth |
| | From “Vermilion Seals”
NAY, bury her in her cloak; she was not one | |
| To prison in a coffin. At her head, | |
| When you have strewn the earth with forest leaves, | |
| Pile apricots and peaches, apples red, | |
| Plums, oranges and grapes in one sweet heap— | 5 |
| There where shall hover breathless-humming bees, | |
| And birds that taste, then sit and preen their wings. | |
| And at the foot, I ask that you leave these— | |
| Her slippers. Then some shepherdess may try | |
| In vain to put them on; or little fay, | 10 |
| Knotting her long green hair, steal near to glance. | |
| So may she know that I forget to-day, | |
| And think of her as when she used to dance. | | | | |
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