| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | My Lady Is Compared to a Young Tree | | By Vachel Lindsay |
| | From “Whimseys”
WHEN I see a young tree | |
| In its white beginning, | |
| With white leaves | |
| And white buds | |
| Barely tipped with green, | 5 |
| In the April weather, | |
| In the weeping sunshine— | |
| Then I see my lady, | |
| My democratic queen, | |
| Standing free and equal | 10 |
| With the youngest woodland sapling | |
| Swaying, singing in the wind, | |
| Delicate and white: | |
| Soul so near to blossom, | |
| Fragile, strong as death; | 15 |
| A kiss from far-off Eden, | |
| A flash of Judgment’s trumpet— | |
| April’s breath. | | | | |
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