
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...
Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their memory ever I
keep—for the dead I loved so well;
For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands...and this for
his dear sake;
Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul,
There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim."
- from "When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloomed" by Walt Whitman
Fitting for today as we attend the funeral of our friend's mother....
ReplyDeleteSo sorry, Janet. May she remain in well-remembered words and deeds.
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