Walt Whitman’s double edged elegy - Hymn of Praise to Death
W HEN lilacs last in the door-yard 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. O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, 5 And thought of him... Sign in to see full entry.