Classic Poem

Shall I again have Lilac week?
The coming days of sequence seven
I view, and see an aspect bleak
Beside that flash of quiet heaven
Your presence gave; till I can think
An angel in one flitted wink
Was with me; and because I yearn
I needs must doubt, almost despair,
Of such kind season's chance return: —

'Tis but a moment's gasp for air.
A moment more and I behold
Your Lobby in her bonnet white
Among the grasses' blue and gold
So sagely gathering; near in sight
Her tutelary Monica;
And near, their pencilling Mama: —
The mother with the ready smile,
Who wages warrior fight the while.