When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed
And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night,
I mourned, 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. Walt Whitman

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  1. Barb Estinson says:

    Great photos to go with Whitman’s elegy about Lincoln’s assassination. Nice job, Sandy.

    • Sandy says:

      When my grandma died, Mom read the poem at her grave although it is very lengthy so I didn’t include the entire poem. Always makes me think of my Mom and Grandma

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