Lilac 

WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard 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.

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.

All over bouquets of roses,
O death! I cover you over with roses and early lilies;
But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
Copious, I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes;
With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
For you, and the coffins all of you, O death.

~ Walt Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d (1900)