'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...A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG HE RULETH NOT THROUGH HE RAIGNE OVER REALMES by THOMAS WYATT RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS BELISARIUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |