| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | He Brought Us Clover-leaves | | By Witter Bynner |
| | From “Presences”
HE picked us clover-leaves and starry grass | |
| And buttercups and chickweed. One by one, | |
| Smiling he brought them. We can never pass | |
| A roadside or a hill under the sun | |
| Where his wee flowers will not return with him— | 5 |
| His little weeds and grasses, cups that brim | |
| With sunbeams, leaves grown tender in the dew. | |
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| Come then, oh, come with us—and each in turn, | |
| Children and elders, let us thread a few | |
| Of all the daisies … to enfold his urn, | 10 |
| And fade beside this day through which he passes | |
| Bringing us clover-leaves and starry grasses! | | | | |
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