When Lilian comes I scarcely know <br />If Winter wraps the world in snow, <br />Or if 'tis Summer strikes a-glow <br />The fountain in the court below, <br />When Lilian comes. <br />Her flower-like eyes, her soft lips bring <br />The warmth and welcome of the Spring, <br />And round my room, a fairy ring, <br />See violets, violets blossoming, <br />When Lilion comes. <br /> <br />When Lilian goes I hear again <br />The infinite despair of rain <br />Drip on my darkening window-pane <br />The tears of Winter on the wane, <br />When Lilian goes. <br />Yet still about my lonely room <br />The visionary violets bloom, <br />And with her presence still perfume <br />The tedious page that I resume <br />When Lilian goes.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-temple/
