'TWAS blush of morning as I went Along the old grey road, Acknowledging the riches lent By heaven, the debt I owed. While there in thankfulness I said My bosom's genial prayers, A sturdy throstle overhead, As though a cheapjack calling wares, Cried, @3'Lilac! Lilac! Lilac!'@1 And there, not many yards away, A lovely lilac showed The girlishness of her array To me upon the road. At once assembled to depart A flock of petty cares, And, quicker than the thrush, my heart, As though a cheapjack calling wares, Cried, @3'Lilac! Lilac! Lilac!@1 'Twas then I felt a perfect thrill Possess me while I strode, As eager as the thrush to trill, Along the old grey road: For though the bridal cherries bring Delight with neighbour pears, The top of magic comes when Spring, Made vocal by her fragrant wares, Cries @3'Lilac! Lilac! Lilac!'@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS PROVERBS 27: 25. THE HAY APPEARETH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE SHEPHERD'S SONG: A CAROL OR HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS by EDMUND BOLTON |