Above the wall that's broken,
And from the coppice thinned,
So sacred and so sweet
The lilac in the wind!
And when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.
In tears it long was buried,
And trances wrapt it round;
O how they wake it now,
The fragrance and the sound!
For when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.
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The memory of his first love Is shaken on his heart. I LOVE THOSE LINES, GREAT PRESENTATION OF FIRST LOVE, LOVING THOSE MOMENTS EVEN MORE....