The lilacs are in bloom

The lilacs are in bloom,

All is that ever was,

And Cupids peep and pass

Through the curtains of the room.

Season of light perfume,

Hide all beneath thy grass.

The lilacs are in bloom,

All is that ever was.

Dead hopes new shapes assume;

Town belle and country lass

Forget the word "Alas,"

For over every tomb

The lilacs are in bloom.