Padraic Colum

Here you will find the Poem Lilac Blossoms of poet Padraic Colum

Lilac Blossoms

WE mark the playing-time of sun and rain,
Until the rain too heavily upon us
Leans, and the sun stamps down upon our lustres,
And then our trees stand in their greennesses
No different from the privets in the hedges,
And we who made a pleasaunce at the door-step,
And, whether by the ash-heap or the spring-well
Growing, were ever fresh and ever radiant,
And fragrant more than grass is
We, we are gone without a word that praised us
You did not know how short the playing-time!