|In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,|
|Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,|
|With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,|
|With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard,||15|
|With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,|
|A sprig, with its flower, I break. - Walt Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd|
Purple Lilacs are Plentiful and Positively Perfect, but I am looking forward to the White Lilacs blooming, too.