Susans Dripping Yellow in July...

Among the bumble-bees in red-top hay,

A freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July,

I read your heart in a book.

And your mouth of blue pansy

—I know somewhere I have seen it rain-shattered.

And I have seen a woman with her head flung between her naked knees,

and her head held there listening to the sea,

the great naked sea shouldering a load of salt. 

And the blue pansy mouth sang to the sea:

"Mother of God, I’m so little a thing,

Let me sing longer,

Only a little longer."

And the sea shouldered its salt in long gray combers hauling new shapes on the beach sand.

Adelaid Crapsey by Carl Sandburg