A Wealth Of Lilacs

 

A wealth of lilacs have I here,

Their mystic whispers stir my ear.

Their lovely fragrance fills my heart,

As memories of their blooms impart.

When I was but a little child,

A lilac bush, untrimmed and wild,

Delighted me with joy untold,

Where shone the sun of purest gold,

I pulled the clustered lilac spray

And breathed their fragrance of the day.

One morning time a lilac hue

Slipped softly o'er the sea of blue.

It seemed that souls of lilacs gone

Had stolen back to rule the dawn.

Fair lilacs of my thousand dreams,

My heart amid you thrills and teems

With thoughts and hopes of life to be

That seeks to win the soul of me.

"Lilacs"
Helen Emma Maring
American poetess

"Lilac"
(1901)
Edmund Blair Leighton ROI*
(1852-1922)
English painter
Image courtesy/Wikimedia Commons

*Leighton was a member of the Royal Institute of Oil Painters
in London, England an association of painters whose works are done only in oil.