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When Lilacs In The Dooryard Bloomed By Walt Whitman - James Earl Jones
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
Ever-returning spring
Trinity sure to me you bring
Lilac blooming perennial
And drooping star in the west
And thought of him I love
In the dooryard 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 dooryard
With delicate-color'd blossoms
And heart-shaped leaves of rich green
A sprig with it's flower I break
Over the breast of the spring the
Land amid cities
Amid lanes and through old woods
Where lately the violets
Peep'd from the ground spotting
The gray debris
Amid the grass in the fields each
Side of the lanes passing the endless grass
Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat
Every grain from it's shroud
In the dark-brown fields uprisen
Passing the apple-tree blows
Of white and pink in the orchards
Carrying a corpse to where it
Shall rest in the grave
Night and day journeys a coffin
Coffin that passes through lanes and streets
Through day and night with the
Great cloud darkening the land
With the pomp of the inloop'd
Flags with the cities draped in black
With the show of the states
Themselves as of crape-veil'd women standing
With processions long and winding
And the flambeaus of the night
With the countless torches lit
With the silent sea of faces
And the unbared heads
With the waiting depot the
Arriving coffin and the sombre faces
With dirges through the night
With the thousand voices rising
Strong and solemn
With all the mournful voices
Of the dirges pour'd around the coffin
The dim-lit churches and the
Shuddering organs where amid these you journey
With the tolling tolling bells'
Perpetual clang
Here coffin that slowly passes
I give you my sprig of lilac