Lilac time is here again.
All the gardens and parks are filled with colour and scent.
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed
by Walt Whitman
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed,
And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night,
I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.