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.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d / And the great star early
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.
