| Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920. | | | | The Death of Columbine | | By Evelyn Scott |
| | | WHITE breast beaten in sea waves, | |
| Hair tangled in foam, | |
| Lonely sky, | |
| Desolate horizon, | |
| Pale and shining clouds: | 5 |
| All this desolate and shining sea is no place for you, | |
| My dead Columbine. | |
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| And the waves will bite your breast; | |
| And the wind that does not know death from life | |
| Will leap upon you and leer into your eyes | 10 |
| And suck at your dead lips. | |
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| Oh, my little Columbine, | |
| You go farther and farther away from me, | |
| Out where there are no ships | |
| And the solemn clouds | 15 |
| Soar across the somber horizon. | | | | |
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