It smells so good out my back door

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house
near the white-washed 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-coloured blossoms
and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,

A sprig with its flower I break.

- Third stanza of
by Walt Whitman

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