When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d

In the door-yard 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 door-yard, With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,  A sprig, with its flower, I break.
Walt Whitman