Walt Whitman: When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night, I mourned,

When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, And the great star early drooped in t — Walt Whitman

When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night, I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

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