Erased the marks of city slavery, Here where the sun gleams gold through azure hours- Here wrests the spirit from all bondage free, The fields grown green and the syringa flowers!
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
Vibart had an idea that Mr. Carstyle, while ostensibly reading the paper, had kept count of the number of times that his daughter had led her companion up and down between the syringa-bushes; and for some undefinable reason he resented Mr. Carstyle's unperturbed observation more than his wife's zealous self-effacement.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
The owner of the syringa farm is married again.
"Landolin"
Berthold Auerbach