| WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard 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. | |
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| O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; | |
| Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, |
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| And thought of him I love. | |
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O powerful, western, fallen star! | |
| O shades of night! O moody, tearful night! | |
| O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star! | |
| O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me! | |
| O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul! | |
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In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings, | |
| Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, | |
| With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love, | |
| With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard, | |
| With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, | |
A sprig, with its flower, I break.
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