ALL in the lilac-rain Tender and sweet, Brushing the window-pane Sudden and fleet! Came the dear wraith of her Out of lost Mays -- (Ah, but the faith of her, True to old ways!) Scarcely her face I knew, Dim in the wet; Only her eyes of blue Who could forget! Hands full of lilacs, too -- Lilac crowned, yet! These were the flowers she loved In the far years; These were the showers she loved -- Light as her tears! These were the hours she loved -- Hope chasing fears! Veiled in the lilac-rain, Comes she -- and goes ... Sun through the clouds again, Fresh the wind blows. Mine, a swift pleasure-pain None other knows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO F - (MRS. FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD) by EDGAR ALLAN POE A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON |