| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Belated | | By Elizabeth J. Coatsworth |
| | From “Vermilion Seals”
AT dusk a fox had run across my path, | |
| And disappeared with smiling, wicked eyes. | |
| It was so dark I could not see my way | |
| Though all the fields were filled with fireflies. | |
| And every tree had but one thing to breathe | 5 |
| Among its leaves—the words of an old song, | |
| “At fifteen even a devil’s a thistle-bloom.” | |
| The rice was murmurous as I went along; | |
| Then in the darkness something brushed my sleeve, | |
| White hands reached out to touch me in the gloom. | 10 |
| Her words were like the bright quick fireflies, | |
| “At fifteen even a devil’s a thistle-bloom.” | | | | |
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