Scilla, Scilla, tell me true,
Why are you so very blue?"
Oh, I really cannot say
Why I'm made this lovely way!
I might know, if I were wise.
Yet-I've heard of seas and skies,
Where the blue is deeper far
Than our skies of Springtime are.
P'r'aps I'm here to let you see
What that Summer blue will be.
When you see it, think of me!
Book: Flower Fairies of the Garden