As you can see, the tulips are looking pretty good, too.
A friend of mine asked if I knew the Whitman poem about Lilacs. I did not. Whitman wrote When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, and included it in Leaves of Grass as an elegy for Lincoln.
The first stanza:
- 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,
- Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
- And thought of him I love.
- 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.