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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d |
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And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night |
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I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring |
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Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring |
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Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west |
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And thought of him I love |
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In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings |
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Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green |
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With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love |
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With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard |
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With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green |
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A sprig with its flower I break |
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Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities |
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Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep’d from the ground, spotting the gray |
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Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass |
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Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen |
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Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards |
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Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave |
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Night and day journeys a coffin |
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Coffin that passes through lanes and streets |
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Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land |
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With the pomp of the inloop’d flags with the cities draped in black |
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With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veil’d women standing |
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With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night |
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With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads |
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With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces |
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With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn |
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With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour’d around the coffin |
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The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—where amid these you journey |
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With the tolling tolling bells’ perpetual clang |
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Here, coffin that slowly passes |
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I give you my sprig of lilac |
