Sara Teasdale — Blue Squills

How many million Aprils came        &nbsp Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be,        &nbsp A bed of squills, how blue! And many a dancing April        &nbsp When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of the flower        &nbsp And the white flame of the tree. Oh burn me with your beauty, then,        &nbsp Oh hurt me, tree and flower, Lest in the end death try to take        &nbsp Even this glistening hour. O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees,        &nbsp O sunlit white and blue, Wound me, that I, through endless sleep,        &nbsp May bear the scar of you.