Lilac Time

May Night, by Sara Teasdale

The spring is fresh and fearless

And every leaf is new,

The world is brimmed with moonlight,

The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows

I catch my breath and sing--

My heart is fresh and fearless

And over-brimmed with spring.

I wait all year long to pick armfuls of lilacs to cut and bring in the house.  I can't walk past them without stopping to their blooms.  Mmmm.