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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
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.
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