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.