A Song Of The Lilac

Above the wall that's broken,
And from the coppice thinned,
So sacred and so sweet
The lilac in the wind!
And when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.

In tears it long was buried,
And trances wrapt it round;
O how they wake it now,
The fragrance and the sound!
For when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.

by Louise Imogen Guiney

Comments (1)

The memory of his first love Is shaken on his heart. I LOVE THOSE LINES, GREAT PRESENTATION OF FIRST LOVE, LOVING THOSE MOMENTS EVEN MORE....