MISS KIM LILAC
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is.
And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want,
but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
A MOSAIC FOR MONDAY
With every leaf a miracle . . . and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-colour'd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green
A sprig with its flower, I break.
When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd