Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers ...each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller; planted and tended once by children's hands, in front-yard plots,--now standing by wall-sides in retired pastures, and giving place to new-rising forests;Mthe last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe....
O liquid and free and tender! O wild and loose to my soul--O wondrous singer! You only I hear--yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,) Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird, Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to kee...p, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands--and this for his dear sake, Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night,... I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »