Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR LADY OF THE LILACS, by FRANCES SMITH First Line: In the tender, pulsing night-time Last Line: Sweet as a lilac's dream. Subject(s): Flowers; Lilacs | ||||||||
In the tender, pulsing night-time On the wings of the west wind borne, Floated a haunting breath from Heaven Like a bloom from a lilac torn. Winged with dreaming music. It fell, like a gossamer web; And in lacy, invisible beauty The silvery night o'erspread. It seemed to herald a Presence In Whom all goodness lies -- From the night all evil was driven -- Just a moonlit Paradise. In the depths of the slumbering flowers Dimly, delicately fair -- Faintly blending into shadows I saw our Lady there. Only an instant I saw her In the hallowed, silver gleam -- But it left a glowing memory Sweet as a lilac's dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LILACS FOR GINSBERG by GERALD STERN LAST LOOKS AT THE LILACS by WALLACE STEVENS LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S BURIAL HYMN by WALT WHITMAN DESIGN OF WHITE LILACS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING WITH LILACS by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL |
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