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To a Bunch of Lilac
O beautiful lilac flowers,
Oh, say, is it you, is it you
The sun-struck, love-sick hours
Go faint for murmuring through?
Oh, say, is it you, is it you
The sun-struck, love-sick hours
Go faint for murmuring through?
O full of ineffable yearning,
So balmy, mystical, deep,
And faint beyond any discerning,
Like far-off voices in sleep—
So balmy, mystical, deep,
And faint beyond any discerning,
Like far-off voices in sleep—
I love you, O lilac, I love you!
Till life goes swooning by,
I breathe and enwreathe and enfold you,
And long but to love, and die.
Till life goes swooning by,
I breathe and enwreathe and enfold you,
And long but to love, and die.
