THE LILAC
THE scent1 of lilac in the air Hath made him drag his steps and pause Whence comes this scent within the Square, Where endless dusty traffic roars? A push-cart stands beside the curb2, With fragrant3 blossoms laden4 high; Speak low, nor stare, lest we disturb His sudden reverie!
He sees us not, nor heeds5 the din6 Of clanging car and scuffling throng7; His eyes see fairer sights within, And memory hears the robin's song As once it trilled against the day, And shook his slumber8 in a room Where drifted with the breath of May The lilac's sweet perfume.
The heart of boyhood in him stirs; The wonder of the morning skies, Of sunset gold behind the firs, Is kindled9 in his dreaming eyes: How far off is this sordid10 place, As turning from our sight away He crushes to his hungry face A purple lilac spray.