| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Sister of the Rose | | By Orrick Johns |
| | | WHEN I love thee, O Beloved, it is with joy, | |
| And laughter and song and sun; | |
| And when I leave thee, O Beloved, | |
| Thou art not away … | |
| For I am gathering cherries in the tree-tops of thy meditation. | 5 |
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| Thou art always with me, O Beloved, in terror and peace, | |
| For thou sweepest through me like a great wind; | |
| And thou leavest no dust behind nor anything foreign, | |
| But pathways, pathways!— | |
| That thy thoughts have followed. | 10 |
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| I care not whether it be up or down, the way I go with thee, | |
| For always it has a flower in the grass, | |
| And a tree overhead; | |
| And the stream of thy laughter flows ever along … | |
| Oh, the slope of thy bosom is covered with clover in the morning! | 15 |
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| Give me thy great flowers, O Beloved, | |
| That open boldly to the moon! | |
| And the strong sweep of the flood | |
| Thou hidest in the ravines of thy sleep! | |
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| Thou art a daughter of the lightning, | 20 |
| And a sister of the rose; | |
| Thy kisses are as keen as the grass at midnight, | |
| And thy tenderness a bowl of new milk. | | | | |
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