Blue Flower
By Richard Le Gallienne
Blue flower waving in the wind,
Say whose blue eyes
Lift up your swaying fragile stem
To the blue skies.
Is she a queen that lies asleep
In a green hill,
With all her silver ornaments
Around her still?
Or is she but a simple girl,
Whose boy was drowned,
In some cold sea, some stormy morn,
On some blue sound?