QUOTE : <b>Blue Squills</b><br /><br />How many million Aprils came<br />Before I ever knew<br />How white a cherry bough could be,<br />A bed of squills, how blue!<br /><br />And many a dancing April<br />When life is done with me,<br />Will lift the blue flame of the flower<br />And the white flame of the tree.<br /><br />Oh burn me with your beauty, then,<br />Oh hurt me, tree and flower,<br />Lest in the end death try to take<br />Even this glistening hour.<br /><br />O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees,<br />O sunlit white and blue,<br />Wound me, that I, through endless sleep,<br />May bear the scar of you.