When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d
by Walt Whitman, John C Slade 
Genre: Folk/Acoustic
Lyrics
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourned—and yet shall mourn, with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring: Trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac-blooming perennial—and drooping star in the West,
And thought of him I love…
O powerful Western fallen star!
O shades of night, O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappeared … O helpless soul of me …
In the dooryard fronting an old farm house near the white-washed palings,
Stands the lilac bus 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 dooryard
With delicate colored blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
Here, coffin, that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac.
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