When Lilacs In The Dooryard Bloomed By Walt Whitman-James Earl Jones

When Lilacs In The Dooryard Bloomed By Walt Whitman

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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

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