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1. When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, / And the great star[1] early drooped in the western sky in the night, / I mourned,...and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; / Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, / And thought of him I love.