Blue SquillsHow many million Aprils cameBefore I ever knewHow white a cherry bough could be,A bed of squills, how blue!And many a dancing AprilWhen life is done with me,Will lift the blue flame of the flowerAnd the white flame of the tree.Oh burn me with your beauty, then,Oh hurt me, tree and flower,Lest in the end death try to takeEven this glistening hour.O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees,O sunlit white and blue,Wound me, that I, through endless sleep,May bear the scar of you.



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