Lilac princess
Swaying in a lavender gown,
She looks at no one
But straight into the eyes
Of sky and wind.
She may be sad when the rain comes,
She may be glad when it goes,
Always she has a smile
To give the world.
The sun beams on her,
Gives his glittering rays,
Helps her to remember
When she was in bud.
In clusters . . . a lavender torch . . .
She trembles . . . is alive . . .
Swaying in the lovely light
Of evening.
