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Lilac Poems

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  1. The Lilacs Mother Planted by Ed Blair
  2. Now the Lilac Tree's in Bud by Bliss Carman
  3. Lilacs by Helen E. Maring

  1. The Lilacs Mother Planted

    by Ed Blair

    I listened by the doorstep as the evening shadows fell,
    While from the distance floated the faint tinklings of a bell,
    The night hawk circled overhead then dropped straight down below,
    The same as when I first lived there, in childhood, long ago.
    The trees have grown much taller in the yard where once I played,
    And now looked so majestic in their summer robes arrayed;
    And near the walk the lilacs flung their fragrance to the air
    The lilacs that my darling mother planted for us there.

    Ah, yes, what tender memories are forced on us again,
    Who leave our home in boyhood days and then return grown men;
    To seek again the playgrounds which in youth we loved so well,
    The shade beneath the apple tree, the old pump at the well,
    The woodpile, and the cellar door, the dear old blacksmith shop,
    The granary that held the corn with martin box on top.
    But dearer than the playgrounds was the perfume in the air,
    From those dear lilac bushes that my mother planted there.

    Oh, sweet and fragrant lilac, the one she loved so well,
    Thy fragrance brings to memory sad thoughts I cannot tell;
    Sweet lullabies of childhood sung at the evening rest,
    By mother clasping closely the one she loved the best.
    A voice that gently whispered sweet words of love to me,
    A face so kind and gentle, a heart with love so free;
    Still yet my heart throbs feel them, still yet I see them there,
    When lilacs that she planted with fragrance fill the air.

  2. Now the Lilac Tree's in Bud

    by Bliss Carman

    Now the lilac tree's in bud,
    And the morning birds are loud.
    Now a stirring in the blood
    Moves the heart of every crowd.

    Word has gone abroad somewhere
    Of a great impending change.
    There's a message in the air
    Of an import glad and strange.

    Not an idler in the street,
    But is better off to-day.
    Not a traveller you meet,
    But has something wise to say.

    Now there's not a road too long,
    Not a day that is not good,
    Not a mile but hears a song
    Lifted from the misty wood.

    Down along the Silvermine
    That's the blackbird's cheerful note!
    You can see him flash and shine
    With the scarlet on his coat.

    Now the winds are soft with rain,
    And the twilight has a spell,
    Who from gladness could refrain
    Or with olden sorrows dwell?

  3. Lilacs

    by Helen E. Maring

    A wealth of lilacs have I here,
    Their mystic whispers stir my ear.
    Their lovely fragrance fills my heart,
    As memories their blooms impart.

    When I was but a little child,
    A lilac bush, untrimmed and wild,
    Delighted me with joy untold,
    Where shone the sun of purest gold,
    I pulled the clustered lilac spray

    And breathed their fragrance of the day.
    One morning time a lilac hue
    Slipped softly o'er the sea of blue.
    It seemed that souls of lilacs gone
    Had stolen back to rule the dawn.

    Fair lilacs of my thousand dreams,
    My heart amid you thrills and teems
    With thoughts and hopes of life to be
    That seeks to win the soul of me.

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