Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
He Brought Us Clover-leavesWitter Bynner
From “Presences”
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And buttercups and chickweed. One by one,
Smiling he brought them. We can never pass
A roadside or a hill under the sun
Where his wee flowers will not return with him—
His little weeds and grasses, cups that brim
With sunbeams, leaves grown tender in the dew.
Children and elders, let us thread a few
Of all the daisies … to enfold his urn,
And fade beside this day through which he passes
Bringing us clover-leaves and starry grasses!