Walt Whitman 1819 - 1892 LEAVES OF GRASS


In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,


with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard,


With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.


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