. At early candle light and other poems. ilacs that grew by the well. My weary old spirit waxed younger each minute, I flung forty years from my soul when I laughed,For there was the well, and the face that was in it When over the curbing I gazed in the squeaky old windlass the same thing was thinking; The opal drops into the deep crystal fell;While I, from a dipper deliciously drinking, Looked up at the lilacs that grew by the tall purple lilacs, the sweet-scented lilacs, The old-fashioned lilacs that grew by the well. And then I saw mother, just as she was leavingThis sorr
. At early candle light and other poems. ilacs that grew by the well. My weary old spirit waxed younger each minute, I flung forty years from my soul when I laughed,For there was the well, and the face that was in it When over the curbing I gazed in the squeaky old windlass the same thing was thinking; The opal drops into the deep crystal fell;While I, from a dipper deliciously drinking, Looked up at the lilacs that grew by the tall purple lilacs, the sweet-scented lilacs, The old-fashioned lilacs that grew by the well. And then I saw mother, just as she was leavingThis sorrowful world for the land of the blest, There in her room, where we children were saying farewell to our first friend and best; 76 THE LILACS When wistful she gazed where the summer sun slanted,And, whispering softly, she told us to tell Good-bye to the roses her patient hands planted,Good-bye to the lilacs that grew by the well. The tall purple lilacs, the sweet-scented lilacs,The old-fashioned lilacs that grew by the WHAT YOU DID NOT SAY
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