Author Lesbia Harford Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn't it strange, belovéd of mine You'll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it Flagrant fair from birth, Mourns in colour, belovéd of mine, You laid in the earth. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments