Leaves of GrassWalt Whitman
poetry · Item 1478
A reason to turn the page
Lilacs in the dooryard and a falling star—how does spring keep re-opening the same grief?
Discovery 12 of 151 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.