Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isnt far from London). And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summers wonderland; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isnt far from London). Alfred NoyesThe Barrel Organ.
I am thinking of the lilac-trees, That shook their purple plumes, And when the sash was open, Shed fragrance through the room. Mrs. Anna S. StephensThe Old Apple-Tree.
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomd, And the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night, I mourndand yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Walt WhitmanWhen Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloomd. I. Leaves of Grass.
With every leaf a miracle and from this bush in the door-yard, With delicate-colourd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green A sprig, with its flower, I break. Walt WhitmanWhen Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloomd. III. Leaves of Grass.