Lesbia Harford

A Bunch of Lilac and a Storm of Hail

A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
That lilac is companioned by the gale.
I took some hailstones from the window sill
And swallowed them in a communion feast.
Their transitory joy is mine at least,
The lilac’s loveliness escapes me still.
Mine are the storms of spring, but not the sweets.
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