Memories of President Lincoln Waben Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd. I 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, O powerful western fallen star! O shades of night-O moody, tearful night! O great star disappear'd-O the black murk that hides the star! O cruel hands that hold me powerless — O helpless soul of me! O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul. 3 ryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd ngs, lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of green, |