In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle--and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
1 comment:
I love lilacs too. I also have a white lilac in my back yard. I am waiting for my favorite lilac to bloom. It's up fromt by the drive and is deep purple with a white edge. So pretty!
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