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...PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS by JOHN DRYDEN TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |