| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Vernal Equinox | | By Amy Lowell |
| | From Chalks: Black, Red, White THE SCENT of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book; | |
| And the South Wind, washing through the room, | |
| Makes the candles quiver. | |
| My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter, | |
| And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots | 5 |
| Outside, in the night. | |
| |
| Why are you not here to overpower me with your tense and urgent love? | | | | |
|
|