When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

6 05 2007

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,

And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,

I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring…

(From Memories of President Lincoln, by Walt Whitman)

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