• [The Death of Lincoln.]
    1.
    WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed,
    And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night,
    I mourned and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

    Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
    Lilacs blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,
    And thought of him I love.

    ...
  • It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon —

    The Flower — distinct and Red —

    I, passing, thought another Noon

    Another in its stead


    Will equal glow, and thought no More

    But came another Day

    To find the Species disappeared —

    The Same Locality —


    The Sun in place — no other fraud...