Spring Lilacs

I.

One morning, I found Lilacs in the rain:
The sun had fled, the birds had stopped singing,
The skies were dimmed by gaunt and graying clouds—
But I stood by the Lilacs, weeping.

Each one seemed too sweet to outlive the morn,
Thickening the air with its dying breath;
I thought of all the beauties May has borne—
How sweetly they welcome Death.

II.

Oh! how dreamy …