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When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
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 and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul,
Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, This, this is it.
I never want to die again.
And I, reluctant, could not stay.
And he resigned.
In the buzz of the evening, season of dying, In the beauty of lives that have left the earth, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn.
When the lilac last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, A god then, and my soul then,
This, this is it; I never want to die again.
When lilacs last bloomed in the yard, And the bright star sank early in the western sky at night, I felt sad, and will continue to feel sad with every spring that comes back. Every spring that comes back, you bring a certain trio to me, Lilac, star, and bird, mixed with the song of my soul,
Death is the source of beauty; therefore from her, This is it.
I never want to die again.
And I, unwilling, could not stay.
And he gave up.
In the hum of the evening, the time of dying, In the beauty of lives that have left the earth, I felt sad, and will continue to feel sad.
When the lilac last bloomed in the yard,
And the bright star sank early in the western sky at night, A god then, and my soul then,
This is it; I never want to die again.