Saturday, April 07, 2007

Impending Bloom

WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

In the door-yard 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 door-yard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.


Anonymous said...

Wild Kat says:

Beautiful to see since today is snowiy. Went to the only baseball game in my life last night that called for SNOW. April is a capricious month.

primalscreamx said...

Christmas lights... heh-heh-heh. What a great and terrible idea. I could do my neighbor's garden.