In the dooryard fronting an old farmhouse near the whitewash'd palings, Stands the lilacbush tallgrowing with heartshaped 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 delicatecolor'd blossoms and heartshaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.